Last I heard, some of the Germans were
still camped in Breadlou waiting for their turn to file
requests for asylum. The ones that have already filed are
waiting in Poland for their hearings to come up. Some of
the Teutons have given up and went home, and some of them have
decided to settle in Berlin. I have read that
there have been at least two attempts to crash the border that
were turned back by tear gas. Meanwhile, Krauts are still
sneaking across other stretches of border that are not so well
guarded. Sounds like an invasion to me!
If these were the events that transpired on September 1st, 1939 I believe that Beagles would be the only person calling it an invasion.
I quit smoking some years ago and it held pretty well for a few years, but then when I started hanging with beer drinking buddies after a few beers, I would start bumming cigs off them. Which you know, the first few nobody minds but when it gets to be a regular thing, they get a little annoyed, and eventually I started buying cigs again. For some years I would buy a couple packs on Friday and smoke my last one on Sunday and then go smokeless until the next Friday. Knowing I could have another cig kept me going through the week, as the strain of knowing I could never ever have another cig was too hard to bear. After a couple bouts of pneumonia that seemed like an awful lot to be smoking so I cut it to one pack every other week, and I've been pretty good about it though I cheat sometimes. I also vape sometimes. It's sort of satisfying though not as good as a cig, but the good thing is I can just take a puff every now and then whereas if I opened a pack I would have to smoke all twenty.
Old Dog seems to me to be a cold turkey kind of guy and I wish him luck.
Engineer boots were't the thing at Gage Park, though I wore them for a while in my hippie days. For some reason highly polished (I was thrilled when I learned to spit polish in ROTC) pointed toed shoes were the thing for your feet in my hood hodad days, or maybe I just thought they were. Actually I think there were a lot of hood hodads at Gage Park to scan the old yearbook and see all those scowling faces and dangling forehead curls. The real hoods never seemed to resent us hodads.
I thought West Side Story was like the coolest movie ever. Last Saturday I saw 2001 A Space Odyssey which was like the coolest movie during my hippie days though I always thought it dragged a little, and space baby what was that shit. When the guy had to make a phone call he went into a sort of booth, but he could see who he was talking to, though that has never caught on has it?
If these were the events that transpired on September 1st, 1939 I believe that Beagles would be the only person calling it an invasion.
I quit smoking some years ago and it held pretty well for a few years, but then when I started hanging with beer drinking buddies after a few beers, I would start bumming cigs off them. Which you know, the first few nobody minds but when it gets to be a regular thing, they get a little annoyed, and eventually I started buying cigs again. For some years I would buy a couple packs on Friday and smoke my last one on Sunday and then go smokeless until the next Friday. Knowing I could have another cig kept me going through the week, as the strain of knowing I could never ever have another cig was too hard to bear. After a couple bouts of pneumonia that seemed like an awful lot to be smoking so I cut it to one pack every other week, and I've been pretty good about it though I cheat sometimes. I also vape sometimes. It's sort of satisfying though not as good as a cig, but the good thing is I can just take a puff every now and then whereas if I opened a pack I would have to smoke all twenty.
Old Dog seems to me to be a cold turkey kind of guy and I wish him luck.
Engineer boots were't the thing at Gage Park, though I wore them for a while in my hippie days. For some reason highly polished (I was thrilled when I learned to spit polish in ROTC) pointed toed shoes were the thing for your feet in my hood hodad days, or maybe I just thought they were. Actually I think there were a lot of hood hodads at Gage Park to scan the old yearbook and see all those scowling faces and dangling forehead curls. The real hoods never seemed to resent us hodads.
I thought West Side Story was like the coolest movie ever. Last Saturday I saw 2001 A Space Odyssey which was like the coolest movie during my hippie days though I always thought it dragged a little, and space baby what was that shit. When the guy had to make a phone call he went into a sort of booth, but he could see who he was talking to, though that has never caught on has it?
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