telling me that he just can’t get enough of my love.
Barry I just can’t get enough of that sweet growl of yours.
I swear I know just about every song on Easy Listening.
Back at the store after 4 days, and retail is slow.
They say you learn something everyday, today I learned there’s an elevator at the bus station. After 15 months!
I breezed into the station as usual this morning, and walked to an escalator which was not there. Well, the handrail thingies were, but the rest was a gaping hole. A blue shirted guy holding a greasy rag gave me a cheery “good morning,” as I looked sadly up the endless staircase next to him and gaping hole.
Where’s Scotty when you need him? Somebody anybody beam me up.
Blue shirt noticed I was less than pleased.
“You could take the elevator.”
“There’s an elevator?”
“Right there,” and he pointed to my left. And there it was, a genuine working elevator.
“Has it been there all the time?”
Blue shirt laughed, and bent over to get a clean rag out of a big sack.
We’ll call it tunnel vision and leave it at that okay?
I got something together for Thursday Thirteen, and posted it before noon.
Checked out the group blogroll, and chose several blogs I had never visited before.
They all visited back within a short time, which was very cool.
I often wonder what my life would have been like if the Internet had been available to me as a teenager.
One of my dreams was to have my own magazine. A few years back I even went to work for an independently owned one. I wanted to see what went into it. It costs big bucks to put out a full color edition every month, the owner had long since turned the editorial over to someone else and concetrate on ad sales.
If the Net had been available to the public back in the late seventies I know I would have made it my living.
But everything works out for the best, because while it is not my living, it’s my safe haven.
And who knows maybe one day I’ll start an e-zine.
Here comes Tina Turner telling us that it she doesn’t want to fight anymore.
Right on girl – it doesn’t matter whose wrong or right.
Catch you on the rebound.