I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

the hundred and twenty third story

Preparing for a trip north to Labrador city (mentioned in at least one story previously typed up) I was looking for a roadmap. Not finding what I was looking for, I went to the library to ask the reference librarian if he had anything. He did a quick check, looked puzzled, and asked me to come back in fifteen minutes or so. On my return, I was met with this wall of a guffaw- the happiest, loudest sound that library could possibly hold, coming out of the most stereotypical, white fluffy haired tweed-jacketed old libarian.... I recovered, he recovered, I walked up to the desk as he settled on a reasonable giggle. I asked if he had found a map. He said that he hadn't but he'd done the research, and could draw me one. He slapped a blank sheet of paper on the desk, put one dot on it, labeled the dot "Labrador city" and then beamed at me, with the happiest, brightest, proudest smile I've seen in a long while.

Note- there are actually roads- there a few in town, and one from that town to another- but nothing one could use to drive from the US to the city.

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