You tell ‘em, Pedmar! I think I’ll call him Phil.
The way I heard it, they were the legendary Lost Tribe, so called because in their roamings, they never knew where they were. “Where the Fakawi?” they would ask one another, scanning an unfamiliar horizon.
No, he never does. And so will I.
Really, really good, Pete. I was completely blindsided.
Yeah, right. It’s Mrs. Gibson’s fault that Nate’s such a poor student.
I love it. Do you remember who wrote it? I’ll bet he had a great time at the typewriter!
Don’t know about the other stuff, but as to the mind, he can’t lose what he never had.
I wonder about that. They seem to reproduce and proliferate in my closet from day to day, and I could build a hurricane fence with the ones I haven’t thrown away yet. And the laundry places don’t want them back.
I’d pay to see someone do that for real, right there in the Walgreen’s or the supermarket.
If you went to Mexico to live, I wonder if you would ever learn Spanish. For some reason I’m doubtful