I remembered back to my own Navy days. And recalling the old rubric that "if it moves - salute it. If it doesn't paint it,"
The Transom Eagle
The Future
When they served you pastry at the Cafe Rienzi, you ate the crumbs.
Brains!
Before I settled into more studious behavior at Boston University, I led a sort of half-life. Half in my old folkie dissipated style of living, half in the mode of trotting off to classes, writing papers, and taking exams.
Flashback Friday – The Great Race
We did not hop trains; it was much too dangerous.
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