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Thanks for your comment, which I immensely enjoyed reading. I was afraid that such men did not exist any more. Other than the cleaning the fish part, I'll take that life in a New York Minute. Those fisherman probably ain't saints- at least most of 'em. They probably get drunk on Friday night and 'cuss at their wives and don't go to churc…
Thanks for your comment, which I immensely enjoyed reading. I was afraid that such men did not exist any more. Other than the cleaning the fish part, I'll take that life in a New York Minute. Those fisherman probably ain't saints- at least most of 'em. They probably get drunk on Friday night and 'cuss at their wives and don't go to church on Sunday. But I doubt any of their boys want to be women or their girls are enrolled in the Pony Soccer League. And I'm sure most of the wives go to Church on Sunday- some of them even might shake their heads and wonder at Pope Frantic.
I do so miss having anybody to banter with, or even feel like bantering. Hopefully I can bail out of the clown show and make a run for the border.
Viva Cristo Rey.