Sorry, can’t stop and talk. I’m off to a hot date with a snowy, and bird is she cute.
“Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne from The Marble Faun
Tower, this is Egret 203, would you please get that Anhinga off the runway, I need to land.
To borrow the last words of my favorite poet, Allen Ginsberg, “Toodle-oo.”
Remember what Joseph Addison said: Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. May you have a peaceful Easter.
I know, I know, I’ll save you the trouble of asking:
My favorite song? Do you really have to ask?
Eat your heart out Astaire, and you too, Gene Kelly. You try tap dancing up here.
Joey, leap bird is sooo much cooler than leapfrog. Don’t move, though.
I hate Mondays. *A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.* (Groucho Marx)