I steal your face, no small thing, eh? So I asked a nun, once, "Weren't you at the Fillmore? You told me you were." She looked at me, all Habit and steely eyed aged, and said, "No, I was not." Wow, why did you just lie to me, old woman? Perhaps she thought she'd look in-a-gadda-da-vida bad. On the contrary, sister.
Oh well, I file this intriguing story under "anything else I care to think of." More guns, fishing, country life to follow. God's a given.
Morning Dew,
LSP
