When Manhattan Stopped for Me
SB
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When one door closes, another door opens, ha ha! I’m glad you weren’t late for your appointment.
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I so appreciate how loyal you are. Before I hit comments I thought, I’ll find one from Skinny. I’m always touched. 🙂
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He waited!! John often saw things like that happen. He grew up in Queens, and after we married, he commuted for 30 years.
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Bet he has great stories…a good, TRAIN of thought. Missed ya Anne. 🙂
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John RAILED against unthoughtful people.
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Hope they took a BACKSEAT.
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In the back seat, they listened to music. The maestro had to CONDUCT OR sit down.
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Sounds as if he had the BLUES.
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He BAROQUE all records.
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John sounds quite JAZZY.
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John is as jazzy as can BE. BOP on over to see him.
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Okay, I’ll HIP-HOP over.
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There is a lot of COUNTRY between you and us.
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FIDDLE sticks, I say.
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That was a RAPid reply.
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It’s the POEm in me. That was a stretch, I know.
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As in Edgar Allen? I’m sorry. My ignorance has me stumped.
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Yes, like I said, my repartee wasn’t very reputable.
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No, I didn’t have my mental gloves on and couldn’t catch it bare-handed.
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A lady never leaves home without her gloves…Anne-how.
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And do the HOKEY-POKEY to turn yourself around.
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That’s a lot of BALLET hoo!
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That does it. I’m going to the BARRE.
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PLIEase.
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I’m not in any POSITION.
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I’ve been thinking that, it might be too much of a TWIST.
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That is a CLASSIC. CALL it what you may.
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I’m a SQUARE DANCE-ing the night away.
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That’s nice to square dance. I prefer JIGsaw puzzles done in jig time.
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I prefer waltzing through them, myself.
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Take TWO STEPs to the right.
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Okay, but I’ll LEAD.
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Take it SLOW.
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I’ll YIELD.
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I like the color TAN. GO for it!
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STOP, SIGN off, would you?
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Stop sign? For the second time today, I admit defeat. Or maybe deFEET quit dancing.
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You sound more FINGERED to me.
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FOLLOWing is my reply: you lead.
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We’ll go TOE to TOE, how’s that?
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I have words on TAP DANCING through my head.
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I wondered what all that TAPPING was.
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I don’t want to CONTRAdict you, but I’m running out of dances.
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I surrender. Can’t beat this. sigh
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Don’t surrender. I cheated on this one. I couldn’t think of any more dances and looked for a list on line.
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It’s fun though to keep the ball in the air. My brain, that’s been in Miami, got a nice workout. 🙂
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My brain was stretched.
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Sounds like it does yoga to me.
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Now yoga would be a stretch!!!
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MATCH POINT. 🙂
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That’s where the flame is. Let’s just keep on burning together.
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Gotta LIGHT?
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Don’t need a light. Fire is out in ASHeville.
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No worries since, ashes to ashes…DUST to DUST.
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I hate dusting. Somebody needs to light a FIRE under me to make me dust.
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Sounds like you need your FUSE lit.
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Maybe bourBON – FIRE me up??
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I love you BON mots, especially on a Sunday. 🙂
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I’d rather have a sundae.
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MASSes of them.
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Are we doing them a disSERVICE?
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Of course not. SERVICE is GOSPEL to me.
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Have you met Christie? EU CHARISTi and I should get together.
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Forgive me…that went over my head. sigh
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I’m sorry. It was a deep one. You may not know that eucharist is another name for communion or the Lord’s super.
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I did know that being the lapsed Catholic that I am. It just didn’t compute I guess, at 4 in the morning. sigh Let’s face it, you’re more pun clever than I’ll ever be. At best I’m an urban punner. 🙂
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It was far-fetched. I must ask to be excused for that. Anyway, hope you are having a great day. We walked to the creek today — always a good start to the week.
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Sounds very Civil Warish. Bet John enjoyed that.
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We plan to go to the creek six days a week, but weather and schedules often get in the way.
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Can you don your Wellies?
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Ha! Ha! We go TO the creek, not in it.
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I see. 🙂
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That was nice of the girl to put her limbs at risk to help out, although nice of the other conductor to hold it for you. The closest we have here are the buses which are never full and where the buses drivers all wish you a nice day when you get off.
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I’m in the jungle compared to where you are, and don’t think I’m not just a little envious.
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New Yorkers get a bad rap. When push comes to shove, they shine in most cases.
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That’s true.
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Marc beat me to it (of course, I’m beyond late in catching up on posts…) I think New Yorkers, in general, are rather kind folk!
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When it comes to basics, humanity always rides in on her steed. No worries about reading posts. It’s not a job there, girlfriend.
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bless new yorkers’ hearts!!
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Yes, when we’re good, we’re very good. 🙂
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