Manolo’s Monday Miscellany
Manolo says, the few things to tickle you… Of Another Fashion . “I thought maybe it was injured,” Creighton said Friday. “It just looked odd.” . If it’s indoors, ask for a demonstration of the air conditioning.
Manolo says, the few things to tickle you… Of Another Fashion . “I thought maybe it was injured,” Creighton said Friday. “It just looked odd.” . If it’s indoors, ask for a demonstration of the air conditioning.
Manolo says, “In a program, you know, acknowledging my Higher Power, trying to make amends. Spend a lot of time recycling. Hitting spots behind the Safeway plaza and in the park. Five cents a can adds up real fast, but you gotta be there before the crusties, know what I mean. Hey, you gotta cigarette I can bum, while I fill out this application?”
Manolo says, it is Monday, another day on the hamster wheel. Here is the thought: what ever happened to those lazy, crazy, hazy, dazys of summer? You know, those long, long July days when you were twelve, riding your bike through the neighborhood with your best friend Melody and your crew of pre-teen miscreants. Well, “miscreant” is not the right word, as not only were you the bookworm, specializing in Laura Ingalls Wilder, with the subspeciality in Lucy Maud Montgomery, but Melody would grow up to become the pastoral administrator at St. Amandus, the imposing woman in sensible shoes and…