Tomorrow, Fran & I will
Tomorrow, Fran & I will blow this two-bit popsicle stand for a different island, Sicily. Frankly, I'm increasingly world-weary, and I can think of no better prescription than two weeks of sun & Chianti. Hell, maybe I'll even get my r's rolling in Italian. Certainly my boss said something about getting my r's in gear. <ba-doom-boom, cha>
I'm hoping they have good seafood. I'm hoping they have good cigars. Mostly, I'm hoping that I come back without this feeling of being...worn thin.
Have a happy world out there, the Cafe re-opens on the 12th.
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