DocF225

**Grabs Morgans boot back from MD replaces it with a tankerd full of rum** Can't ye let the lad recuperate in peace? Welcome back Morgan, good to see you up and about. Take two rums and call me in the morning (Doctor's Orders)

Sniff Sniff Sniff... Somethin smells tasty... what 'er we havin? I got some freshly caught salmon steaks with a veggie stuffing handy any takers?

What do I look for in a woman?... A Pulse...

Laura, the Program is the New York State School of Industrial and Labor Relations. It's a continuing ed program for Labor Leaders. I'm using it for elective credit for my MS. Tito, Tarrytown is indeed a small City but it more or less surrounds the old villages of Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow. They have tried to preserve the truly historic sites (like Washington Irving's place)and save some of the local "color" but you really can't forget you're in the middle of Westchester County about 10 miles from the Bronx. 4 major interstates, two airports and two rail lines converge in the area. My Fire Station is half a block from George Washington's last residence during the American Revolution. My home is less than a mile from the Continental Army's last encampment and most of the locals couldn't care less. Sadly, that's why those places are slowly going the way of the Dinosaurs.

Aye Tito, no swimmin fer me, gotta be careful of rust. Got enough steel in me legs to open a hardware shop. I go to Cornell once a year for my Job. The Institute of Industrial and Labor Relations runs a program every spring. Sleepy Hollow is all but gone these days. There's a few places still left but Westchester County has exploded with new construction and SH and Tarrytown are all but extinct.

Boonville... ne'er 'eard of it, but I know tha area ye be talkin' about. ::leans over and watches the fish swimming in the water around her feet then grins nervously at Tito:: In fifteen minutes I find out what I got on me history test. Then I'll know if I really knew what I was talking about when I was writting about the Greeks. I know where both them places be. Been to Ithaca a couple of times attending classes at Cornell and I been through Boonville on my way to Lake Ontario for a Fishing Tournament. I'm in New Windsor, in Orange County, 65 miles north of NYC. I'll be up in the north country first week of November at the State Fire Academy in Montour Falls.

Aye Lass, yer more than welcome to share me rum. 'Fraid I won't be much company, an unpleasant "anniversary" today. 5 years ago today I was nearly killed in a building collapse while fighting a fire. My best friend John (a LT at the time) was there with me. Half a three story building landed on us took several of our "brothers" top get us out. My right leg was near destroyed. His ribs, spine, and shoulder were severely damaged. He still can't fully use one of his arms and sits on the disabled list awaiting a disability retirement. Where's that blasted keg of rum?

Hey hey keep it down would ya, there's people tryin to get quietly plastered over here.

Here's a good one for you, New Jersey classifies my 1862 Springfield Musket as an "Assault Weapon" because it has a Bayonet Lug. welcome to absurdity.

The young man in question is a member in good standing of the Orange Blossoms - the NY 124th infantry. We just skirmished with them over last weekend (I'm 3rd Alabama). He was recruited by the Blossoms at the same school from which he was suspended. The firearm was not in plain sight, it was on the rear floor of his car under some clothes and his Union Uniform. The "butt plate" was barely visible. The "Security Guard" is not certifed by any law enforcement agency (as NY Ed law doesn't require them to be trained or certified). The guard performed an illegal search of the car and the arrest which came of it is fruit of the poisonous tree.

There's a cure for that affliction, just can't think of it right away...

Siren lass yer more than welcome to share my piece of sand and me bottle dear. Yer brother would want me to keep an eye on ye.

** A sullen figure with a planetoid sized head wanders out onto the sand with a rather large bottle of rum in his hand. Waves to the crew around the fire, admires Sirens horse pours a drink and lays back up staring at the moon** Just another evening in paradise.....

Well Dearie sounds like ye had a lousy weekend. Doc's prescription- take two rums and call me in the morning. Since ye be 3000 miles away, I had to alter my usual prescription for bad weekends which is take two rums and nudge me in the morning.

How can callin the Fire Department Suck? I suppose all my bretheren in Blue can't be as handsome and desirable as me..... Ducking for cover now....

I was going to mention something about all this blowing but I thought better of it . ** Swins to shore looks for clothes but can't find them, finds a patch of warm sand and curls up for another short fitful rest.**

Who Cares ....I'm warm And the water is, as usual, perfect.

**Hobbles to the waters edge strips off wet, sooted, smoky clothing and dives in.** Gotta get the smoke smell off somehow. Waves to Christine on the beach. Evenin Luv.

I show up and the crowd goes silent??? I have showered recently ye know. My GF in High School/College was a full head shorter than I. I could literally rest my chin on top of her head. It was in a word, interesting, made for a sore neck on a daily basis. But as Christine says horizontally it weren't nearly as difficult. Need...cold.... water, looses clothing and limps off into the water

**Gently nudges Siren from the galley in her fevered state to the lagoon for a cooling dip** Need to get that fever down lass.

Well lass... yer part fish and I be part Whale let's see who has to keep up with who....

**watching Siren devour the Caramel Corn Ball** Easy there dearie you'll yank yer teeth out on that thing.

**theme from Jaws** Yer not zactly alone dearie. Ye see, the water is me natural habitat as well.

Damn... I finally find the bloody lagoon and everybody is sacked out. Guess I'll jest have to swim by m'self. Gotta be careful the hardware don't rust.

Happy Day Cap'n Crimson. Someplace here'bouts I've got a keg o Jamesons wi yer name on it.