The courier pigeon landed on the sill with the straight to the point message: 'Mr. Cranmer. We need you.' I looked around. Not even a Mrs. Peel waiting in a Lotus Elan. Just time to leave, son. So, I have scheduled some BTAP-related posts but it may be a week or two before I'm back in the swing of commenting faithfully again.
Friday, September 10, 2010
The Message Was Clear
The courier pigeon landed on the sill with the straight to the point message: 'Mr. Cranmer. We need you.' I looked around. Not even a Mrs. Peel waiting in a Lotus Elan. Just time to leave, son. So, I have scheduled some BTAP-related posts but it may be a week or two before I'm back in the swing of commenting faithfully again.
Must be the season. Happy trails, partner.
ReplyDeleteBe well. Everything will still be here when you get back.
ReplyDeleteThose who are called must go. Safe journey.
ReplyDeleteWe'll try not to make a mess while you are gone. Safe journey.
ReplyDeleteDamn, I hate these times. You're like my third kid.
ReplyDeleteWe'll keep the pot warm.
ReplyDeleteYou will be missed, David.
ReplyDeleteWow, such a mysterious message. You must be out saving the world for democracy. If you bump into my father, who's a good company man, say hello for me.
ReplyDeleteWe'll keep the place warm.
ReplyDeleteAgent Cranmer, it seems you have accepted your mission.
ReplyDeleteTake care, mate. We'll be here waiting.
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ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for the kind words and e-mail. So far, so good.
ReplyDeleteTake care and talk soon! Hope the tunes come in handy.
ReplyDeleteEnjoying the music immensely.
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