I keep trying to write during lunch and something always comes up -- my cellphone rings, or some gazebo needs me in the Engineering Shop or elsewhere, soonest. (Did it to myself today -- went after the food truck, forgetting it is a Federal holiday, and who occupies the most space in the big buildings nearest the Skunk Works? Yep.)
I don't drink -- but my poor Muse prolly needs a tall, cold one. Hoist a longneck 807 for me while you're at it, hey?
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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