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Long Overdue Voyage Editorial
OK, here's the deal: I currently don't have and for the last few days haven't had anything pressing, i.e. there's no "update" in me simmering and bubbling, just waiting to be electrified for your viewing pleasure. Oh sure, there's the recent negative experience: gambling and going to New Orleans... but the less said about that voyage the better. Have already typed too much about it. And this is not a teaser... or if it is a teaser it's the worst kind of teaser: one without a payoff. Simply put, you need to read about how I learned a valuable lesson gambling; you don't need to see me without my shirt because I gambled it away. That would not be very entertaining. And you need to know nothing about the pearl of the Mississippi, or the French Quarter, or the home of John Kennedy Toole (A Confederacy Of Dunces). Yes, none of our visit to the former turf of the NBA's Jazz is important to you because if you've ever fallen on your face, then you understand what happened to us. I mean we didn't get mugged, and we didn't get our mugshots taken, so it could have been worse. But I'm still waiting for the lesson in New Orleans. I want to write about a beautiful lesson learned, and how she and I are now that much the better for it. We had a nice little drive to and fro. Really, we did. That was the beautiful part of the whole trip. Those six hours each way, they were twelve of the best hours of my life. I mean, it was only a short road trip, but you can learn a lot about a person traveling together. Perhaps we are ready for a big ol' trip, straight to the moon! As in honeymoon. Oops, can't be giving away any trade secrets. Oh, it doesn't matter: she never reads this stuff anyway. Hehe. Hi hunnybunch, what's up? Uh oh. Now I've went and gone and done it. Safe to say you're looking at a truncated version. OK, bye.
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