Friday, January 15, 2016

Westbound At This Time...

Billy Hathorn Photo (Source)
We (The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe) are Sandy Eggo bound.

I will be off the grid for a stretch, hope to put something up tomorrow (think Saturday) from L'hôtel des voyageurs privés de sommeil (not it's real name, obviously, I trust). Though Saturday will be busy (and you'll learn later why that is, provided all goes according to plan) I expect a quiet moment or two to write some bon mot or otherwise clever stuff in these spaces.

If not, go read those folks on the sidebar.

Or read our vintage posts...

They're aged in authentic oak casks, made from the hulls of old three masted warships from the time of Nelson.

No. Not really.



6 comments:

  1. Safe and productive journey Sir. May Serendipity embrace you in its bosum!

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  2. Safe trip Sarge.

    "They're aged in authentic oak casks, made from the hulls of old three masted warships from the time of Nelson.

    Yours might be. Mine are more likely aged in authentic oak casks filled with the fermented juice of the grape or sugarcane.

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  3. I'm thinking I could do with a change of scenery for awhile, too.
    The climate is right down there.
    The only issue is that megalopolis between here and there.

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    1. Yes, LA stands between you and paradise. Been there, done that.

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