Dark Twitters
Doing some marathon grading today, sitting in Merry Ann’s. Some good fellow just put “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” on the jukebox. Too cool.
Doing some marathon grading today, sitting in Merry Ann’s. Some good fellow just put “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” on the jukebox. Too cool.
October 19th, 2007 at 1:44 am
“…the lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the gales of November come earrr-leee!”
October 20th, 2007 at 9:30 pm
…or whatever the line is. Turns out I got it wrong.
October 20th, 2007 at 9:55 pm
Not to worry, Al. Such matters are now largely of historical interest anyhow, since we’re being so handsomely rewarded for obeying stop signs and curing diseases.