The 9/11 boob-tube coverage was interesting to follow as the
tone slowly turned from "America
Under Attack" to
"America Will Damn Sure Get Even!!"
Somebody didnít like the Ďunderí part.
Meanwhile, Jim & spouse K still needed to work, as did I, and we parted company after sumptuous repasts to our respective places of purveyance. Mine was in the trees working for the illustrious Polomials, the man I had admired from the git-go, and considered the pinnacle of a big brother surrogate.
No, he didnít do the climbing; that was my hard-won trade, and we got along splendidly, especially NOW.