Fort Putnam on the Hudson,
Jasper Francis Cropsey (1823-1900)
A suitably civilized, innocuous, autumnal landscape.
Yesterday morning around eight o'clock, I cried Huzzah! and ran to my window.
The giant Jurassic Cat that had been pawing at the roadbed down by the Golden Apple clanked its treads up the King's highway -- sounding like the invasion of Buda and Pest -- and swung into Princess St. Then after some deliberation by its outriders, the machine swung ponderous about and clanked back.
I was so disappointed.
A Short Love Story...
A man and a woman who had never met before but were both married to other people found themselves assigned to the same sleeping compartment on a Trans-continental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly -- he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.
At 1 a.m., the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet and get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."
"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married."
"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed.
"Good," she replied. "Get your own fuckin' blanket."
After a moment of silence, he farted.
And a Question:
Do men in general still possess the protective instinct?