William Brand

The Spring or Fall. Summer is very hot and Winter is very cold here. Cache Valley is at it's finest in the Spring when it is as green as Ireland or in the Fall when it burns with a thousand different shades of orange and red. Winter sunsets are also grand. And summer nights are pocked with stars.

I've been through there mate.Personally it wasn't very eye catching for my taste.I don't like being boxed in by land.I have to have plenty of sea shore and ocean to explore. But... ...if you have to be boxed in...

Well, Silkie. I'll have the boys run up some hot water to the tub while you wait here and start off with some chocolate.

I like the second design. The three cannons is a very nice look.

And what would be the cost of this beautiful item, may I ask?

Yes. Take many pictures. Aye. Here's to friendships made and maintained.

You're welcome, Siren. We should have pie in celebration of our friendship. Key lime.....mmmm.

Yes, but Charlie had more minions.

And just as lucky. You flatterer you. I'll open a crate of chocolate.

A cubic zirconia in the rough am I.

My dear Siren, you are one of the Kate's oldest patrons. No, no...that isn't quite right. Not oldest. Most faithful patrons.

Wine?

Tonight's Special is Filet Mignon...

Mine was wrong in every possible way.

If you have to ask... Tsk Tsk Tsk Texas is not in the Rockies.

I think I'll send out the word once a year.

And now a little more obscure. Poi Dog Pondering Are You Male Or Female?: The me That was your son Describe Yourself: Complicated How Do Some People Feel About You?: God's Gallipoli How Do You Feel About Yourself?: Blood and Thunder Describe Where You Want To Be: Spending the day in The Shirt you wore Describe What You Want To Be: Platetectonic Describe How You Live: Living with the Dreaming Body Describe How You Love: Fall upon me, Love Vigilantes Share A Few Words Of Wisdom: Take Care Of Your Thing, Everybody's Trying, Bury Me Deep

There's hot and then there is hot. Luxor, Egypt has an average of 107 degrees (41 C) in June. When I was there in '87 it reached 120 degrees. I hate heat and this was a life sucking heat. Still, I wish I lived close enough to Corona to attend.

William continued to watch the cutter through the assistance of a spyglass. They were making surprising progress through a nest of rocks and coral. Those who manned the boat were making it look as easy as a carriage ride on an open road. All the while he watched them his mind raced around a little saying that Ilex had muttered over and over. She was in such a state by the time he questioned her about the fortune, that much of what she said had come in haltering whispers. Most of it sounded like half forgotten nursery rhymes, but she had repeated one thing more than anything else... "White folds under red curtains." At first she had used the phrase only by itself, sometimes adding to it, and sometimes subtracting. She was the proprietor of an establishment with a similar name, so he had given it little thought. However, she had spoken of it so often during her interrogation, that he was certain it had some meaning outside of this. She had also used such phrases as "coition with Poseidon's horse" and "Drink the water, mind the salt." William had given each of these truncated remarks to Mister Lasseter, along with some vague instructions about coral and a cave entrance. They had by her the general description of the area and some minute details about the location itself, but the rest of it had been a sort of miasmic babbling.

Excellent. Now the Pogues... Are you female or male: I'm A Man You Don't Meet Every Day Describe yourself: An American Body How do some people feel about you: The Gentleman Soldier How do you feel about yourself: Jesse James Describe where you want to be: Sunnyside Of The Street Describe what you want to be: The Irish Rover Describe how you live: I'm sitting on top of the world Describe how you love: Love You 'Til The End Share a few words of wisdom: Thousands are Sailing

I am well.

U2 Are you female or male: Fortunate Son Describe yourself: Even Better Than the Real Thing How do some people feel about you: Original Of The Species How do you feel about yourself: Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad Describe where you want to be: Where the Streets Have No Name Describe what you want to be: The Wanderer Describe how you live: Things to Make and Do Describe how you love: Two Hearts Beat As One Share a few words of wisdom: Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own Somebody fetch me a lighter.

Ajayi and Harold followed Tudor over the sides of the boat. The two men were so strong together, that they ran the boat up hard upon the sand with little or no assistance from the remaining rowers. Roche tossed out a line to the Steward waiting on shore as easily as one might fire a shot. His aim and arm had ever worked well together. Miss Smith caught it and much of the water flung with it, running up the beach and pulling the line as taught as she could. Harold pushed up past the longboat's bow to throw his own weight on the rope as Ajayi struggled to keep the boat as steady as possible. Owen and Maurice gathered in the sail almost at once. Mister Pew lashed the tiller without even looking down as his eyes scanned the shore for any signs of life or treachery. Despite past, training, disposition or personal differences, they were one machine in those moments when they hit the shoreline.

The opportunites are varied. One has but to gain favor by treachery, subversion, bribary, valor, infamy or any other number of reasons. There is also forgery.