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To: Gauguin who wrote (53898)	7/26/2000 12:22:14 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

ooooo.... Truth or Consequences... man...that sounds....foreboding... I mean, as the name of a motel or something... Like, when you check in to the motel in the town... "Name please..." "Uhm... Mr. and Mrs. Smith." "Ohhh....reeeeaallly???" Reaches for button under the counter.... Trap door opens and dumps the people in a dungeon below... Jeez... I always think these macabre thoughts.... I remember staying at this B&B out east... And the elderly lady that owned the place was really quite nice, but she did this "thing" with a REALLY sharp pair of hairdresser's scissors... Kept opening and closing them ~~ SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP over her lap while we were having tea and zucchini bread before we retired for the evening... It was like some kind of nervous habit thing, I guess... But man...did it ever strike me as scary... Well, we go up to our room.. And it was like... well... a blistering hot night... not like what you usually get down east... So we left the room door open and stuck a fan in the window... I looked down below the window and noticed that her flower gardens were really beautiful.. I mean... like... gorgeous... well-fertilized probably... uhm..... ahem....and then I started to think about that a bit more... and about what kind of things could be underneath a garden like that.... well, then I climbed into the big old wooden 4-poster bed with the handsewn crazy quilts... and I snuggled up next to Mr. Croc... and as we were lying there in the dark, I said: "Did you notice anything...uhm...unusual about Mrs. _______ when we were having tea?" "Uhm... you mean, THE SCISSORS?!" "YES!! You noticed that too?!" "Uhm...yep... pretty SCARY, eh?!!!" "Do you think we should shut the bedroom door?" "It's too hot... we'll die from the heat.... " "Jeez... this is a dilemma... would I rather roast to death or be stabbed through the heart..." "Uhm... I think stabbing would be quicker... Think I'd rather leave the door open and take a chance on the stabbing rather than the roasting... What about you?" "Uh...yeah... I think I'd rather be stabbed than roasted too..." ~~~~~ And there you go... A little insight into the thought processes of a pair of vacationing Crocs....

To: Gauguin who wrote (53898)	7/26/2000 2:44:04 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

One of the new mini-developments in my neighborhood is called The Preserve. I think that's because they didn't bulldoze down ALL the trees, they left 40 or 50 in carefully spaced clumps here and there.

To: Gauguin who wrote (53898)	7/27/2000 7:12:59 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Just looking at a map last night and making up my all-new Gotta-Go-Check-This-Out-List... so far it has: Sparkle City Flower Station Playfairville Elphin Iron Mine Road Went to Fiddler's Hill a couple of weeks ago... just because I saw it on a map and I wanted to see what is there. Mainly it's an old farm sitting up on the crest of a very steep hill (steep for around here that it... t'would probably be nothing to you). It was actually one of those rare disappointments... I don't generally get disappointed, but I did... I think I had been imagining something different in my head... like maybe some old-time "hall" where fiddlers would come from around the countryside to play on Friday nights... You see, there were such things up this way... fiddling and step-dancing have a long and colourful tradition up in the valley... BTW, here's a little Croc trivia for you.... One of my great uncles was considered one of the best fiddlers that ever lived up in the valley...perhaps even "the best" back about 75 to 85 years ago. He played for everyone's weddings, square dances, and even at funerals... However, by the time that I met him...well... he was maybe close to 90 and couldn't play the fiddle anymore... but he had a helluva bad limp in one leg... which is actually what a remember the most about him... You see... it seems he was once playing at a country wedding... and he was just sizzling... you know...step-dancing around as he fiddled... Guess he got feeling kind of warm, so he went to stand in the doorway of the farmhouse where the wedding was being held,... but just then a bolt of lightning came down from a storm cloud and blasted him on the foot and left him crippled in that leg forever after.... I reckon that that's probably what comes of being too damned good at what you do...