Weren't those left-over candy bars horrible?

The chocolate was white with blisters. Candy in Sundry boxes were left over from WW2 and would not melt like a snickers or Milky way with peanuts and caramel

The home-sent sent sundry packages whell, most of the time... the black-market military rear-officers filtched them Snicker!

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LWM is true. The rice farm community membership were a peacful and gentle bare feet people.

They were lean, wirey, and strong. With good hearts * TRUE.

They realized we were a 'herd' of dumb elephants and stupid mules who had NO idea what was happening.

Ed Richter: I Fair-Trade you a green can of ww2 pork slices for two cans of peanut butter and jellies? No eat the brown goo-pork-beans or off-white mushy eggs with green ham.

You got a P- 38 can opener? I loved that practical tool of a finger nail cleaner, toes too, and GoodCan opener!

My modum is humming like a NSA bed-bug off the hook! O, FISA!

Mr Ed ain't the talkin horse is he?

Maybe he ate too many cans of green pork slices or never washed his GI P- 38?

I got to go shop for a cork-screw, a neo-p-38, and a pair of pants.

There was no bbq sause in da' Nam! You in the rear? you pay 5- bucks for boom-boom and hand-job @ GWB's hand steamed meat ranch, or what? You serve in number TEN green Baloney recon Outfit"

You in the Texas Air National Guard Bank Embezzlement Industry?

What bbq boys scout Kitt-Carson unit (not Kitt, Kitt Carson's were spy-trolls and served as informants in war times that I'm familiar about, somewhat)

or CID GI Spy Rat outfit are you talkin' 'bout? Inform USA's citizens, please?

I say, Mock Back! I may only get a half hour @ the N.S. Library to say, "Howdy!" Investigate the war criminals and White Coller Criminals.

Here: Waves crash on the rocks. Mist sprays cheerfully in the face. And I'm an official card-carry library member at this friendly library.

There: It is still the Reynolds and Company lamenters of lost soul clubbies? They keep yelling at the open-Mind liberals? I say that is a great compliment to those who believe in democracy, liberty, and freedom. Any respectable human being will agree.

Keep questionong the "surge" because it's all based on the corporate CEO's loyalist lies. The neocons know it! The batch of pathetic thugs, in my opinion, are murderous. The pro-war ilk would NOT know what is miraculous beauty, harmony, and syncronisity if the seagull gal flew into their face and ask to perch on the shoulder.

A stream of yucky bird waste on the forhead...I do wish, so, to only wake then up.

P.S. The librarian is overwhelming adorable. A giggle of hers makes me almost mistake her for a women who thought the scruffy American was a scummy wet straw hat? A seashore hat for old (W.T)? She rids one American of a pestering anxiety. My impression: I believe she may wear silver wings under her colorful blouse.

The cacades of silver sparkle and surge everywhere at the sandy beach. After a couple day here, the sense of peril and dread can get balanced by some detatched focus on what is true, good, and beautiful. The sun rises to detatch ya' from the dread of night? Then: The day seems to disperse a over burdensome mood.

Breathing salt air mist melts the slipery ice? huh. O, my Bonnie is at the ATlantic? It is charming here. Gorgeous. The ragged rocks have green seaweed.

I know I'm off-topic: The Librarian is so nice. She speaks with aphoristic kindness. Do her eyes glimmer? Yes. N.S. is hospitable to outcaste Americans. She has not slapped me. O, please, Glenn, and all the myriad 'ole personifications in the 21st century of a neo-Aphorodote era, have merci. Gads.

Maybe I will send a recipe for creamed celery and shallot chowder next? I do not have any more time. Ya' lucky.

The Moosehead beer lager is a good brew for washing down the soup. I miss you.

Sincerely,

beebop-o