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A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.


During our seven hour wait at Tullamarine airport last month, Ezra had plenty of opportunities to take photographs of planes...

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Roddy said…
Seven hours!? My god it takes me all of my patience to wait a couple of hours. Although I do remember a wait of about five hours one time in Melbourne, and about ten hours once in Rome.
Happy traveling!
Tom said…
let me out.............
Hi! Kris...
Wow...seven hours...Now, back to Ezra, I'am quite sure that after seven hours Ezra, must have taken over 100 or more pictures.
Nice photograph Of Ezra, and a quote that rings so true too!
DeeDee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Henry has the PSP, so he was right. Ezra needed a little more engagement though...

Tom, try pulling...

DeeDee, he did very well, and only fell apart at the very end, but it was nigh on 11 pm by that point, and he normally is asleep by 8 pm at the very latest!

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