3.12.2013

pigeon carrier

The Port Authority bird waited at Gate 17, as I too waited at Gate 17 for the bus from Providence with the Mouse Child, my nice niece, who visited for less than 24 hours. The French Connection.  (Maybe I should call her l'enfant souris? Mon francais not too good.) Now today I follow the bird and mouse on their northward journey, arriving just in time for Someone's two-and-a-half birthday tomorrow.
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3 comments:

Cloudy said...

Excuse me. Are you sure this is not a train station and the nice niece (French Connection) did not have to run outside, commandeer a '71 Lemans 4-door, and chase down a bad guy on The El?

Do we know for sure that the NN, at the end of the run, did not have to pull an S&W snubby out of her waistcoat and drill the perp with a hot .38 Special?

I think we need more details. Someone get that stool pigeon over here.

March 13, 2013 7:10 AM
Claudia said...

Actually the NN is a crack shot with the trophies to prove it. . .

March 13, 2013 10:02 AM
Anonymous said...

Pigeon near the glass, alas

March 14, 2013 12:14 PM

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