After Judy Shannon and I had known each other for nearly 5 years, she was staying with us at our house in Guilford, Connecticut, and San Geraldo asked, "Judy Shannon, do you want coffee?"
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However, after an evening with Tynan, Judyshannon has come to be known as Judyshannonstreetwhut (or wha). Click here if you missed that recent post and would like to have a hairball's chance in hell of understanding.
Judyshannonstreetwhut (or wha) headed home Tuesday. San Geraldo and I escorted her to the airport by train. While waiting in the airport station for our return train, I looked up and noticed for the first time that the walkways above our heads are glass. And I loved what I saw, which really has absolutely nothing to do with anything else I just mentioned.
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WAS ONLY THE HEADLIGHT OF AN ONCOMING TRAIN.
Don't let me keep on walking on broken glass...