Hi,
Looks like we hit on a winner with "Little Red Corvette" by His Purpleness, Prince. A whole bunch of you got it. So cool.
If you got yesterday's mail, and didn't respond to the song, send me something. I'm having a crazy time since I canceled my RoadRunner account. It's like they're getting some sort of diabolical revenge. I'm not happy about it either. I can still send and receive mail through Gmail using Safari, but it's not as convenient as Apple Mail. So, the beat goes on and the machine is winning.
Try this tune on for size: "There she stood in the street, smiling from her head to her feet... Let's move before they raise the parking rent. __ __ __...." Hint: By a quartet in '70, very cool stuff, Rock with a dash of blues. Hmm.
The August Chronicles: We had prepared August for a different kind of evening. He was so excited, that when we picked him up he told us he'd been thinking about it since yesterday. We stopped at Polo Loco and ordered dinner. He'd been thinking of the condo as a hotel and since he'd been in a hotel, he had a reference. We tried to explain that it was not really the same. When we pulled into the parking garage, his little antennae were out, scanning the place for everything that had a function. Some things he knew, others were big question marks. He walked around the place, sizing up each room. He got a big kick out of the fact that there are two entrances to the bathroom. We went down to the gazebo, where residents BBQ, and had a 'picnic' dinner. While we were eating we spotted a duck, having a swim in the pool. Later a little duck family of three strolled by.
The plan was to go for a walk of the grounds, but first we had to go up and get sweaters. August didn't have one, so he ended up in one of my long-sleeve warm shirts. Very Cute. Anyway, He locked the door, and asked questions about all sorts of things. We explored the grounds and the clubhouse. August explained how all the pipes around the pool worked, how the wires were joined in the light boxes, and wondered why the pool tables were covered but not the ping-pong table. In the end, he offered to lead us back to the condo, and he did. Hmm. His final analysis of where we're living: very boring. (no toys or art stuff or 'How It's Made')
Big doin's out at the institute where Lisa works. There having a retirement party for her this afternoon. Should be quite a bash. I'll be there with bells on (not really) Of course I'll report what I see. (Ha)
Six more weeks and we fly away. Have a Wacky Wednesday.

Peace,
Danny

PS Yesterday's message (July 24) is dated July 25 on the Blog. That is incorrect. I posted late. Oops.


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