Friday, August 10, 2012

And still they come

Number 104, Vagabonde, has joined our little family of readers. She lives in the next county over from me but hails originally from Paris, France.

Her blog is wonderful, a treasure trove of photographs, postage stamps, vintage postcards, and compelling narrative text.

Join me in saying, “Welcome, Vagabonde!”

16 comments:

  1. yes she has always been one of my favorites

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  2. I feel like the prodigious son because you never threw no party for me when I joined your stupid old blog, so what's up with this foreigner woman--are you a closet Moslem?

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  3. Thanks for the introduction. I know both of your readers, Putz and Snowbrush – they have a good sense of humor. Snowbrush cannot be all bad since his kin live in Georgia, Trenton I think – a little town we go through when we go to Nashville and avoid Chattanooga by driving to Trenton after going through the Chattahoochee Forest.

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  4. Putz, thank you for the testimonial.

    Snowbrush, I only just recently had the idea to welcome new followers with a post. It's a little late to go back now and try to placate you and all the others, but just know that all of you are loved and appreciated. By the way, that's prodigal son, not prodigious son. And if you self-identify with the prodigal son, even in jest, there is yet hope.

    Vagabonde, it is entirely possible that Snowbrush is all bad even though (or perhaps because) his kin live in Georgia. I know for a fact that he spent the first 36 years of his life in Mississippi before discovering the liberal climate of Eugene, Oregon, and he ain't got no luv in his hort fer the Deep South. None at all.

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  5. "he ain't got no luv in his hort fer the Deep South. None at all."

    I very much appreciate the native plants and animals of the South, and I have greatly enjoyed studying the history of the area.

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  6. "Snowbrush, you left out rocks."

    The only rocks were river gravel, and, yes, I miss the crinoid stems and agates that I used to find in McCall Creek.

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  7. mc call creek, did you say mc call creek<><>i thought you said mc call creek, wow wow, mc call creek

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  8. Snowbrush could have meant prodigious, Robert. Don't get out your red marker pen until you're absolutely sure.

    You never threw no party for me neither.

    Hello Vagabonde. At first I thought your monicker was VagaBLONDE.

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  9. I hope you have told Mrs Brague about "Vagabonde"! The name sounds vaguely seductive and you could easily find yourself involved in a torrid affaire de la lit in a tent in the heart of the Chattahoochee Forest! Get a coronary check up first! You know what French women are like.

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  10. "You never threw no party for me neither."

    We should all leave and then come back so we too can get a party with a lot of wonderful foods and gifts. I even heard that he's giving out new cars, although they're Toyotas instead of Acuras.

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  11. That's a splendid idea Snowbrush. That'll show him.
    I am happy with a Toyota. I already have one, but it's getting rather old now. It certainly is time for an update. Food and gifts would be very welcome too, as I am naught but a starving artist...

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  12. Snowbrush, Katherine, et al:

    a. Leaving and then coming back will not get you a party.

    b. If anybody's getting a new car, it will be me. My Toyota is 13 years old and has 281,000 miles on its odometer. I did hear that the early Christians drove Hondas, though, because the Bible says they were all in one Accord.

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  13. "I did hear that the early Christians drove Hondas, though, because the Bible says they were all in one Accord."

    No, no, no, it was first a Corsair and later a Yugo (II Timothy 129:15)

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  14. Somebody wrote Corsair when they should have written Corvair.

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  15. we have a toyota rav 4<><><>WON'T MOVE FROM THIS FOR A LONG LONG TIME

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