"asadi" wrote in message
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Wolfgang
august.....hm.....i hear august is a pretty month in
sweden.....hm.......

Sweden. Fresh air. Liquor.
South America. Fresh air. Cold Beer.

Sweden. Nordic Blondes.
Senoritas.

Trout.
Peacock Bass.

Both locations, starry brilliant nights out in the field, expect better
city
night starry lights in Sweden.

Snuggle in sleeping bag.
Sprawl in a hammock.

You see the dilemma here don't you........

Life is a series of hard choices, all of which, ultimately, lead to the
grave. That said, someone who drops body parts like a chain smoker does
butts, would do well to surround himself with persons familiar with his
proclivities.....persons who can be relied upon to help search for the
missing bits. Then too, a bracing climate in which misplaced appendages can
be located and reattached before rotting completely has a lot to be said for
it.

Wolf, we should get together and
talk about this

It would be irresponsible not to.

......see if you can get ahold of Jeff.

He's a slippery little devil but, given a sufficient supply of beer for
baiting, I believe we can draw him in close enough to make a grab.

Question. At some of the claves, the clackawackas have described
themselves
as the North Carolina contingent. But if a bunch of Americans went across
the pond, well, would Miller be known as a . . a. . dare I say it . .
.Yankee?

Well, it took Joel and me just two days to have him using "ya dere" in
context and with the proper inflection and accent. By the end of a week,
with a bit of help from George and Cyli, he was lingering in front of the
chainsaw display at the Settler's Co-op, and I distinctly heard a dreamy
voice utter "mmmmmm...pasties!" from the sauna on our last night in the UP.
He'll do, I think.

Wolfgang
to whom it occurs that one could do a lot worse than an international
goodwill delegation composed of baker, miller, and siebeneich as a
representative sample of america's finest.