BRISKET

Bubble, Bubble, potatoes & cabbage,

if i'm not Irish, i could be a savage.

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In honour of Rocky's recent birfday,

i left out the celery.

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The brisket on such a Day is an

American invention; there just aren't

that many cows in the old sod.

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The engineer is definitely in New

Hampshire; and my nephew, the

groper is on an Island in the Far East,

not a peninsula. [altho~when one is

flying in a Jet, it's hard 2 ascertain

which country one belongs to.]

Cat & Miasie are so busy showing

houses on their turfs, they can

hardly be expected to call me more

than three (3) times a week.

[it's a real=estate joke^] And

speaking of fone=calls...i can

honestly say, when the firemen ring

or the sheriffs, or the benevolent

association of County Aggregates,

that,"No---Hane is not here." And

hang up without adding that her

sweet Irish back is double-deep in

the Catholic cemetery out west.

Besides which~they always fone

when i'm trying 2 write a cogent and

scintillating Glow entry. Maybe not

this one...but your call may be

recorded 4 future sales purposes.

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Where the Anneliese Van der Pol

was i? OH! Yeah---it's been a long

hard week for American jurisprudence.

What with guns & trials & quirky

verdicts & just plain categorical

insanity---i don't know how these

Judges get up in the morning! They

must have intestines of schteel.

Before coffee, yet. And they nearly

never know when a trial is gonna

go South or just plain crasy. Lord

protect them, here & abroad; it's

not a job i would choose to do.

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Sure And it's a foyn day to be Oyrish!

Moight Saint Peter foind you at the

Pub & let the Divil brew his own

coffee er tea on the sun=roise!

[i pronounce the gaelic badly] And

only wear "the green" in a country

that doesn't grow perfect island

grass. ~O'slacAmacOmac'saMany^

March 17, 2005^