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October 18, 2005

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Quicwit

Yawn. When are you going to serve some hors d'oeuvres and something to drink? Hopefully something very potent.

If you promise to stop with these ghastly stories of yours, I promise not to tell you about the barbecue I attended with Jesse Helms and some drag queen who claimed to be from the D.A.R.

Have to run for now. I have tickets for the symphony tonight
--very expensive I might add-- and they're playing a particular favorite of mine: Franz Berwald's "Sinfonie Serieuse" followed by a medley entitled: "Proud Mary and Wedding Pop Crimson and Clover." Excellent! And I will have a flask of muscatel on hand to bring the evening to its proper cultural and chemical crescendo.

"Big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on chrunin.' Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' down a ribah. . ."

Steve M.

Anyone who visits here knows they can expect to encounter quirky stories from time to time. For the record, I found this one amusing, not ghastly. As to your main point, however, if I ever start thinking that the "Northeast Liberal Establishment" is capable of permanently adopting a rational approach on any topic in dispute in our nation...well, if that day comes, I hope my family will help me get proper medical care.

Mrs. Peperium

Good point. I mean about rational thought and Northeast Liberal Establishment. I would have thought your family had already sought proper medical care once you told them you had attended a Viking funeral at the Turtle Pond in Central Park for a frozen fish.

Should we file this article under "Even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while"?

Mrs. Peperium

Steve M., Peperium trivia; it was H. D. S.'s daughter who introduced me to the pleasures of Pimm's. One night out on the town she ordered them with a cucumber spear, saying "This is what Prince Charles enjoys after a polo match."

Andrew Cusack

A nice little story. I wonder if there's an anti-modernist daughter of suitable age hiding amongst the family. Ah well, they're Massachusetts and I'm New York. Two different countries (albeit plagued with similar ills).

Steve M.

My family knew nothing about the Viking funeral until this evening. Reading this explains why I now have a message from my sister demanding to know details concerning my Viking funeral past. And the Pimms connection explains, Mrs. P, why the flaming boat in Central Park with the late (but, by then thawed) Mr. Fish popped into your head.

Mrs. Peperium

Viking funerals and Pimm's information for inquiring sisters;

http://jacksonville.typepad.com/patum_peperium/2005/07/my_dreamboat.html

After rereading that, I've come to the conclusion we all need either proper medical help or Georgian mansions.

Michael

I wonder what Steve's family thinks of all you loons.

Mrs. Peperium

Wowowooo-hoooo....wowowooo-hoooo....wowowooo-hoooo.

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