Thanks for posting the photo of the old duck.
SNIPPET . . When, at 8:01pm, Pacific time, CNN called the race for Obama, we collapsed in one another's arms. Even my dry tear ducts did their job, and, for a few moments, the room swam out of focus. The champagne, whose presence in the fridge I had thought to be ominously bad karma, was opened. No toast. Just "Thank God, thank God, thank God", spoken by four devout atheists. There was little triumph in our emotion, only an overpowering wave of relief that, after eight years of manic derangement, America had at last come to its senses.
Predictable putrid prose from a Seattle sophisticate
the guy is a very typical liberal, dressing like a little boy who went to an elite prep school in the early 50's ... where he now wishes he had gone ... a Ralph Lauren preppie. "Sorry old man, Choate doesn't have openings for 65-year old students, Try Andover?"
If I see one more 60-something with a gay pink ball cap (note that nothing is written on it) with his Ralph Lauren shirt sticking out of his Ralph Lauren Sweater and Calvin Klein blue jeans, I just may puke ... all over his Sperry Topsiders ... right before I key his Volvo ... and offer his Lab who just crapped on my lawn a chocolate bar.
Shouldn't really complain. The Summer People drop a lot of money around here, and you can make more pulling the boats they can't operate off the rocks.