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January 9, 2008



Last thing spoken in my office today:

I'm sorry that I am so late getting back from my appointment. I tried to call you while passing through 125th Street to say that the trains were all screwed up, but just as I dialed this incredibly loud mariachi band began to play, and they didn't finish until the exact moment the train dipped back underground.

I love it when true things sound like tall tales.

Posted by callalillie at January 9, 2008 6:52 AM | City Life


sometimes i'm afraid of telling the truth when the truth is something completely wacky, in fear i won't be believed!

Posted by: lesterhead at January 9, 2008 3:43 PM

Whoever that is, she's a little pale.

The Mariachi Brothers got on my subway car about a year ago. As one of them set up next to me, I sotto voce murmured..."ah, jeez..."

...and the Mariachi Brother snatched up his guitar and stomped off to the next car!

I wish that would work every time...

Posted by: Kevin Walsh at January 10, 2008 10:27 PM

I saw this beautiful window in Siena - or am I dreaming - I am sure I have an image of it in my travel pictures - your site is wonderful and the cats look very happy

Posted by: Susan at January 13, 2008 10:40 PM

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