Conquer thyself. Till thou hast done that, thou art a slave; for it is almost as well to be in subjection to another's appetite as thine own.
He's hungry, and he's headed your way.
Be very, very careful.
Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land
Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
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I've not seen your blog before, so thanks for stopping at The Villages DP!
I'll be back here often.
Regarding the legality of golf cars in the street, see my response to Clueless in Boston.
Have a great day.
You are quite a poet, yourself...I enjoyed your descriptions of the photos as much as the photos themselves!
Hi Ez, how'ya doin?
HOW DO YOU GET ANYTHING DONE, WITH SUCH PULL-ABLE CHEEKS AROUND
I blame Henry.