
Sounds good. But where? Well, anywhere will do. Oddly, this group of vegetarians opted for the Outback, an Aussie steakhouse on Culver.
I like the Brisbane salad, OK?

He didn't really come alive until I brought out my Nikon, at which time he stuck big chunks of Aussie bread sidewise in his mouth, all for my benefit.
I obliged by taking pics. Reb frowned. Red smiled a subtle smile.
Something told me not to show those pics here. I'm no fool.

What's up with that?
"I just knew," she said, "that your canyon would be next."
"Well, I sure as hell didn't know. How did you know?" I said.
I looked at Red. He shrugged.
"I just knew," said Reb.
We all nodded. Can't argue with that.
It seems likely that I will be allowed to return to my place before Reb and her brood can return to theirs, and so I will provide refuge for them after all! I'm glad.

At one point, we observed, with pride, that "ours is the best blog in the land."
"Here here!" Clunk went our glasses of beer.
EVENTUALLY, Red Emma explained that he had to go home to grade some student papers.
He suddenly seemed overcome with consternation.
"What's wrong, Red?" I asked.
"It's those student papers."
"Waddabout them?"
"Oh, it's just that I'm gonna tell those students that their goddam papers are worse than the fire."

As usual, Adam and Sarah were cute and wonderful. "Uncle Chunk! Uncle Chunk! Read us a story!"
And I did.