it should be a 23

which is to say that the older lady, in her style of dress, always says, to me: "Morningside!" that pearls and tweed look upon which it matters little the weather...it also possesses it's own speech patterns which approximate an old joke, "in Morningside sex is what they bring the coal in." that cut glass escapee from the 20's...

regardless of that nonsensical wander...contrasts and anachronisms...a ramble, in the background a german course reminds me of how much i have forgotten...and later a friend shall appear to drink wine until alcoholic gemütlichkeit allows us to transcend the Presbyterian and we console eachother with sarcasm, (sarkasmus-not forgotten everything)

happy weekend all:-)

p.s. the 23 is the bus to morningside