Red Mosquito

bart wrote:

spike wrote:you'll need thicker skin than that in the windy city, bart

I’ve been there a few times and seen candyman so trust me, I know how to handle myself

bart wrote:Elizabeth Shue and a bunch of kids got out ok, I’m sure I’ll be fine

bart wrote:

spike wrote:you'll need thicker skin than that in the windy city, bart

I’ve been there a few times and seen candyman so trust me, I know how to handle myself

Chris_H_2 wrote:I don’t understand how a 5-minute Uber is fine, but a 15-minute Uber is a deal breaker.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Flight home from LaGuardia was cancelled last night due to storms. Hundreds of flights cancelled last night and a bunch today. American sucks and said they didn't have anything until Wednesday. Booked a flight home on Delta this afternoon, let's try this again. Thankful to have my stepson here to be able to crash at his place.

spike wrote:Last night, I was researching a twelve hour Dreamliner flight out of Melbourne that takes you over and around Antarctica, but my wife has no interest. While it’d be cool to say I’ve seen that ice block (before it’s gone), I guess it could get repetitive scenery wise. Maybe a cruise one day makes more sense - I think friends of my in laws did that a few years ago; I may pick their brains about it when I see them next.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:Last night, I was researching a twelve hour Dreamliner flight out of Melbourne that takes you over and around Antarctica, but my wife has no interest. While it’d be cool to say I’ve seen that ice block (before it’s gone), I guess it could get repetitive scenery wise. Maybe a cruise one day makes more sense - I think friends of my in laws did that a few years ago; I may pick their brains about it when I see them next.

Please do the flight just to take pictures and show Burt there isn't an ice wall.

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:Last night, I was researching a twelve hour Dreamliner flight out of Melbourne that takes you over and around Antarctica, but my wife has no interest. While it’d be cool to say I’ve seen that ice block (before it’s gone), I guess it could get repetitive scenery wise. Maybe a cruise one day makes more sense - I think friends of my in laws did that a few years ago; I may pick their brains about it when I see them next.

Please do the flight just to take pictures and show Burt there isn't an ice wall.

Did that explorer ever tweet again?

Higgs wrote:Cruises from Australia suck.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:they have a nice aquarium