Monday, January 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
POST O.O.O.

(One oh onE)
Yeah, believe it or not, our last post was numero ciento.
On to a new year that promises no end of surprises.
There are things on the horizon that we can hardly imagine.
How's your imagination ?
Yeah, believe it or not, our last post was numero ciento.
On to a new year that promises no end of surprises.
There are things on the horizon that we can hardly imagine.
How's your imagination ?
Note Re: Post 100---
The "Whoosh" jet-propelled glider had a
soft nosecone made of yellow foam.
It was never aimed at anyone,...we made sure of that.
To the best of my recollection,
playing with this particular toy was an injury-free experience,
for Carter brothers and innocent bystanders alike.
The "Whoosh" jet-propelled glider had a
soft nosecone made of yellow foam.
It was never aimed at anyone,...we made sure of that.
To the best of my recollection,
playing with this particular toy was an injury-free experience,
for Carter brothers and innocent bystanders alike.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Late for Festivus, early for Christmas
No airing of grievances,
No pinning tonight,
Just remembering a toy
That I sent into flight.
It appeared in a Wishbook
From Sears, doncha know
And it got on the list
To the man from the snow
The kid must have been nice
Or I guess he slid by
Cause that glider showed up
And it took to the sky*!

(*and subsequently landed on rooftops, in trees, and over schoolyard fences into various back yards)
No pinning tonight,
Just remembering a toy
That I sent into flight.
It appeared in a Wishbook
From Sears, doncha know
And it got on the list
To the man from the snow
The kid must have been nice
Or I guess he slid by
Cause that glider showed up
And it took to the sky*!

(*and subsequently landed on rooftops, in trees, and over schoolyard fences into various back yards)
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