tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747613075602983729.post4778000351710840434..comments2023-10-25T09:56:37.957-06:00Comments on clinging to the wreckage: Some People...Gerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11871434528558545979noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747613075602983729.post-82760081663817370192009-09-10T06:10:03.425-06:002009-09-10T06:10:03.425-06:00Nice to hear from you Second Summit. When are you ...Nice to hear from you Second Summit. When are you coming back to the boat, she looks lonely without you!Gerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871434528558545979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747613075602983729.post-75298307027025833202009-09-09T23:04:03.550-06:002009-09-09T23:04:03.550-06:00Where I live we look at each other, wry grins firm...Where I live we look at each other, wry grins firmly in place, and nod sagely. "Someone got a set of bass speakers for Christmas," one of us says. "Yep," replies the other, "we can only hope he wears it out quickly."<br /><br />I'm with you: it's a horrid, nasty form of pollution, whether it's good music or bad, or 'just' an unmuffled engine or 20.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com