Saturday, May 12, 2018

Being the XIth Day of May MMXIII...

We convened as a welcome alternative to EuroVision.

Angela and Paul's opening song led us to consider the political correctness regarding how we should refer to native North Americans ...


In these Black Hills they are happy to be known as Injuns!

Mike maintained that Saint Brendan from Ireland got there first in a fragile vessel which might have appeared thus ...




There were three blackbird songs.
Here's one ...




Laura sang of how she had spent a whole day searching for something she had lost ...

Is this what you're looking for?

There were the customary songs of love, reciprocated, unrequited and one with unfortunate consequences for Maggie ...


She'd a figure like a frigate of the line.

Bryan shared some poetic thoughts about a midnight visit to the shore ...




There were countless deaths, a fratricide and one supernatural resurrection ...

She charmed her true love out of his grave ...

Roger was in trouble again ...

Before Judge Holden I was took ...

There was one tiny problem with communication ...

"Sorry, caller ... I can't connect you to Heaven."

Of course, there was war ...

... and the British kept a-coming.

Andrew sent us home thinking of lawlessness ...

Hold-ups pulled off like they planned it.


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