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skyringI'm working on an article for the Bookcrossing site. I'm hoping that someone else will cover the convention itself, because I wanted to focus on some of the peripheral experiences. I'm still licking it into shape, but it's mostly in place in my Bookcrossing journal.
CoffeeBron started off a poetry competition. A funny poem on the theme of mistaken identity. I rejigged my Lionel Murphy anecdote:
Sunday Morning Coming Down and Letting Go
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After service this morning we lingered, we three,
The reverend Golightly, my dear wife and me.
The sun streamed in as we talked at the door;
The stained glass tinting the old wooden floor.
I relaxed for a moment, and then with a sigh
My breakfast beans slid quietly by.
I thought I’d escaped, and I would have had if
It hadn’t been *quite* so much of a whiff.
My wife stopped her chatter, sniffed and said “Pooh!”
Then gazed at me sternly. “Was that awful smell you?”
She gave me a Look and my heart gave a lurch,
What, admit before God that I’d farted in church?
“Me, dear? Of course not!” I said without thinking.
Holding my ground as they both stood there blinking.
A moment of hush and the reverend mused
“Oh it must have been me, then. Please do excuse!”
Pete, all his own work
CoffeeBron started off a poetry competition. A funny poem on the theme of mistaken identity. I rejigged my Lionel Murphy anecdote:
Sunday Morning Coming Down and Letting Go
=========================================
After service this morning we lingered, we three,
The reverend Golightly, my dear wife and me.
The sun streamed in as we talked at the door;
The stained glass tinting the old wooden floor.
I relaxed for a moment, and then with a sigh
My breakfast beans slid quietly by.
I thought I’d escaped, and I would have had if
It hadn’t been *quite* so much of a whiff.
My wife stopped her chatter, sniffed and said “Pooh!”
Then gazed at me sternly. “Was that awful smell you?”
She gave me a Look and my heart gave a lurch,
What, admit before God that I’d farted in church?
“Me, dear? Of course not!” I said without thinking.
Holding my ground as they both stood there blinking.
A moment of hush and the reverend mused
“Oh it must have been me, then. Please do excuse!”
Pete, all his own work
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Date: 2005-05-01 03:10 am (UTC)I hope that someone is writing up a story about the convention. They should-it ought to be documented!
Um, while I have your attention. In the search for puppy names, we found that the Little Rascals dog was named Petey, and our puppy sort of looks like him. If he likes the name, would you mind if we named him that? I don't want to borrow you name without permission! ;-)
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Date: 2005-05-01 05:39 am (UTC)There were a couple of books left outside the Library in Archer City. I wonder if they were discovered?