Ireland 2009 epilogue 2-3

Ireland 2009 epilogue 2

As the Amtrak pulled out of NY Union Station at 5 pm headed on the long 16 hour Great Lakes Limited trip west I observed the last vestages of this great city as we came up on the west side of the Hudson River.
This area being smitten with great walls of grafetti for miles and old rusted buildings of its former industrial development era maybe 50 or close to 100 years before this time of 2009.

I absorbed the fearful blight and this land by Americas industrial development and here, neglected ,it has remained for a century like some kind of monument to uglyness and shameful abuse of a kind land.

After about 16 miles of this we suddenly passed back over the Hudson River to the east bank and there a whole new world of trees and shrubery ,clear open water and America as it normaly was.
Not pure but sturdy.

The river lay now to our left and I was seated on the right side of the train.
I commented that we would not than stop at West Point or the Roosevelt home along this west river road and was told thats right.

The train proceeded up through the deep dark wood of this expansive and never ending Adarondack range a natural woodland and now mostly 2nd growth also heavily exploited in the early development days of this America.

These woods are deep and dark not occupied by the proverbial fairys of Eire.
They are to fearful for that.
But you expect to see hovering within it great giant elk of ancient days.

The American green is not the same green as that of Ireland.
The green of wall paint and of newness green.
The green of a soil full of something sturdy and compact.
I had never been threw the Adarondack before and absorbed it assiduously as we passed threw.
The train stopping twice to repair a broken air line here in this wilderness of Americas east.

There are no towns on the east bank.
The entire trail took in one stop at Rensallear.
When we got to Schenectady it began to get dark and that would be the end of the obvservation.

A time to sleep which I had not done since before I left Dublin on June 3.

I had gone to the snack car when it hooked on at Albany and got for 2.25 the cereal thinking I couldnt get down the noodles.

Than I curled up in my seat were I was sitting by no one and off I went into the wonderful land of sombulism till maybe Clevland or Rochester NY at 2 or 3 AM.

I than sat up till 6 watching the dark country side of America and again observing the lite in the north before the sun rise.
Reflective lite from Ireland and Quebec and its latitude where it is light and gleaming at 5 am not 6.30 or so as here below the lakes.

After we passed Toledo Which impressed as being a town well ready as it had a hotel car there at the station to pick up passengers, a baggage cart to pick up luggage, and an air of capablity about it.

It is a Polish town and I remmbered the Polish brigade of Bow St waiting for more work from a bearly staggering Irish economy.
After that some how we did not leave Ohio as I thought but passed south threw more of that country.
Flat, well soiled ,well planted, productive.
The gates going down at every crossing as the train sped threw.

I saw some deer here and a few sheep and a few cows.
Joyful to see even this small supply of animal life in America.

I thought I was in Indiana but the conductor said we are still in Ohio.

I went up to the snack car to order noodles for breakfast but the attendant there who we all thought was an Australian by his accent said they had sold all the noodles so had to get muffin-- nice but not as filling.
I wish they had hard boiled eggs on Amtrack.
Maybe suggest it later.

I had asked the Nice young server if he was from Au because I have relatives there and he said he was English. From Nottingham.

I commented I was Irish and he was the enemy but he took that in good stride.

After a while eating my cereal I remembered the sheriff of Nottingham and Robin Hood and transportation and thought the Australians were probably transported by that Nottingham sheriff and were all Robin of Loxlys men and told our fellow thats why we thought he was Australian.
I think this took him back a bit but by morning he had recuperated his jovial English self.

I told him good luck with amtrak and riding the trains and to give the Queen our blessing.
He took this very seriously and proudly and said he would tell her.

He was to young to be in the British army sent over to subdue my Irish relatives.

When the train came to Gary and slowed as it labored past the great fields and devistating old steel works their looming brown towers and dust of brown ground and miles and miles of brown air and uglyness, we all became quiet as we passed this grave yard of dead industry.
A cancer soar on the earth.

Why do they keep it I thought out loud as they keep the walls of dirt and filth on the lower Hudson and as they keep the ovens of Poland awaiting some revival from a hellish past.

I went off to pee and announced to this car
'compliments of Andrew Carnegie who gave us this scenery and the public library'.

No one clapped.
No one gave out their own thoughts.
This is America.
Conformist ,dumbed down, not conserned, not aware.
Absorbed in its own nest and self preservation
Not invloved. Mot caring.

When the train came into Union station Chicago I had in my head to find Mega Bus and see if could go down to Indy on that.

Actually if we had better bus connections in the US like we used to amd the internet was ever set up by practical people who know what they were doing I probably could have got a bus from Toledo down to Indy this day instead of going all the way into Chi for it.

I didnt know that than and no way to have found it from Dublin with the lousy set ups we have online.
Taking a 40 hour week to find even minimal accomidation and schedules and fares.

Most of these big corporation stuctures wanting nothing to do with the clients except the credit card #s.

They are a part of the 'vulture culture'caring only for their own portion of food and to hell with anybody or anything that inhibits this selfish profitering.

Asked at the Union if Mega Bus was near and got a cynical
You dont want that from a worker but she told me it was just down the street a block.
So I walked down to see if could find it.

I did and a nice young black man of about 18 who said did I want a ticket.
It turned out he was the dispatcher for the compamy and worked the street to be sure the buses get to their space and the passengers on the bus they wanted.

The waiting area the street itself was packed and several mega buses were in place loading passengers for Cincinnatti, Detroit, Milwakee and so forth.
St Louis too I think.

This young man used his cell phone to contact the sales office so I could buy my ticket.

This was done with a bit of arguement over price they were charging 27.00 when 21 was online.

And than now I have two conformtions in my email which havent opened.
I hope they only charged me one .
Better get that open on Monday.
I have had so much back log since coming back and such disruptive from both microsoft and yahoo messing up the act that havent had time to do much else.

Anyway I got the ticket for the 3 pm bus and was out there by 1 pm sitting on the street like the rest.
I went back to Union station to get my bags from baggage and had to repack them into two to fit mega bus standards of only two bags.

While there, went into the old station across the street and remembered it from when I had gone to Calif in 1962 with 4 little kids.
A lonely mother without work or money setting of to survive by myself and my family.
In the station now deserted but still beautiful building was a post board discribing the new speed rail system being set up under the new Obama administration to give us back some high speed rail service.

I looked this over quite closely and took the poster notes but was disapointed that a cross country bullet train had not been approved for constuction going from the east to west coast and again from the north to the south like we used to have before 1950 when the automoblie took over the travel of families add the old private train lines were consolidated into the now government sponsored Amtrak service of electric trains.

The bus didnt show up by 3 but some of the loyal riders kept saying it would come.
At 4.45 the young man came back and duty for a second shift and when he saw me he said,
What are you still doing here?

We told him no bus and he took out his cell and called them and found out the driver had not shone up for work hence no bus.

Some how he got a driver and by 5 the bus came 2 hours late.
We loaded up and the young man again came to my rescue as I had the two bags for luggage and he tossed them both on.
They should allow two bags if they are going to haul train and airline standard passengers.

Anyway mega bus needs lots of room for improvement on its operations and this young fellow is a good employee of theirs.
I think he said his name was Jamal and I told him he had a good grandma as his attitude was top rate as it goes among chicago black folk.

I hope he gets a promotion and will succeed in his ability.

We got to Indy at 9.30 Pm and the Mega dropped all off at the Closed City Hall.
No one knew where we were.
It was dark. Evrything was closed.


Epilogue 3


Ticket agent at Greyhound refused to watch my 2 bags while I walked across street to buy a sausage roll.
Tried to charge me 400 when lock boxs here say 3.00 to put bags in lockers.

On my way out the door iItold this young wippersnapper that his behavoir to the elderly was crueland abusive and this would not happen from an Irishman who was taught from childhood to be helpful to the aged.
I also noted this was part of the culture of th Black community upon which he threatened to have me arrested if I did not leave his counter.

That the 4.00 charge was imposed by Greyhound Corp not himself the employee.
I advised him he needed to start thinking as a human being not a corporate automaton and slave which got him even more hysterical to loose control of his programed front. Bonzia!

However I on detecting that if this employee had been accosted by an elderly black woman he would have taken in her bags and helped her.
I am however 72 and not black and therefore a target of his real or imagined or programmed reprisal for 100 years old efforts in the deep south buried deeply in the recesses of this brain incapable of reasoning beyond the programmed response.

However this middle aged man is probably not of salvagable quality being more in need of military disapline than reason.

If Greyhound had formulated policy telling him to kill the customers he would have justifiable done so.
Vietnam syndrome.

However it struck me as pretty shabby and ignorant behavior for this guy to react abusively with automatic threats to a stranger in a public place on D Day when 12,000 men gave their lives to put him in this good job with a power to abuse other human beings and Human Rights Acts.
Well will run by Grayhound Corp.

Amtrak blond ticket agent refusal to take 2 seconds of her time to look up a fare from Indy to Chi for a senior as it was time for her to close. She had a million things to do and callthe #800 number to get this info or go online.

Again an abuseive attitude to a customer and both these Indy people get a good salary from their companies having ample facilities to do their job they are not doing.
Again this needs to be run by the Companies to see if this abusive amimalistic behavoir and self interest is coming from the Company policy or from within the types of persons the Company is hiring.
Probably both.
The abuser hires the abuser to carry out the abusive policy as they send the grunt into hell for the general in command.

The mega Bus from Chicago drops its people off at the city hall .beautiful! About 5 million contacts and leaves them with no place to go and no direction at all.
Across from this place I beleive that is Washington St one of 3 well lite up gaudy Vegas gambling casino style places offers bond to get out of jail.

I thought they should know where the local police dept was.
Went in no body there.
In about 5 minutes a surly looking fellow about 40 came out of the back room looking pretty greedy.
To eat the pigeon.

When I asked for directions he became very hostile saaying the mega bus people were always bugging him about where to go.
Understandable as at 9.30 Pm the town of large cell like structures are all locked and closed and no people about about. Like Tamlach on the Luas in Dublin.

aAain threats to call the law to arrest little old ladies with baggage if I did not get lost.
These people have no mother but are hatched like snakes not birds who are warm blooded and show a brain.
I told him if he didnt want to be bothered to turn out his lights and shut his door and no one would bother him anymore.

I walked out on the steeet and some young couple tried to direct me to the bus station where I am still 12 hours later.

I went instead toward the Conrad hotel trying to find the bus stop for the airport.
Wanting to go out there and wait for the shuttle to bloomington.

The doorman there did not know about the bus.
Young white guy but he did get me a map.

Than a cabby brought me here for 2.00 after we found we cant get the bus to airport after 9.
So is it open outhere 7 miles out of town.

The night shift at station said I could stay and wathed my two bags while I walked over to White Tower to get a bite to eat not having any lunch in chi and only the muffin on the train that morning.
The street was alrady going stong with tom tom drums loud and men set to pick up any old lady who was out there for the party
and lo life for the party going on outside.

They do have a drug and drinking problem up here and some queers adn wierdo desires.

Did get a bit of sleep and the ladies at White Tower also gave me hot water for a coffee.

The phones IBS or some such --depost 1.00 for 4 minutes.
But dial for collect
Kathy and Mary I tried collect but said will not accept collect these numbers.
Had cell for Sarah 50 cents for 5 minutes sayign number disconnected.

So had to call tim again to call kathy to see if she is coming to get me.
She was going last night she said but didnt show up probably couldnt find the bus station.

79A is the exit not 79B.
I think thats were Mary made her mistake as she came in with Lucas Standium in front of her drove right past the bus om South st and thats how she got lost 2 months ago.

You cant see the place fromthe street at 6.30 am .No sign.

The students are here. Do they have free long distance no answer self absorbed.
I am not of the nest.
They wont let me dial Sarah ontheir phone.
This is the education theyget in the US.
They are afraid of an old person.
Well maybe foreign no english as they are now on the phone, blah blah blah.
Eastern or Russian it sounds like.

Well just have to sit here and wait for Kathy to find the place till 10.
I hope she hadnt left when I just called Tim at 8 if she is still home she should be here by 9 -half past.
If she is not here by 10 will have to try and get out to the airport on the bus #8 and take the bloomington shuttle to bloomintgton.
No grocery store here.

4 blocks to speedway down south.
All the downtown areas now a hodge podge of archetectural wonders. No people No business No store.
A Peterson complex post the soy bean taxes across the state.
Rockefeller Plaza style.

Some food would help.
I am a bit hazy.
Well better keep my mouth shut for an hour see if she shows up.

Kathy did show up about 10 in her nice sleek black car and I met her at the corner and off we went headed for 37 south.
Glad at last to be released from the stuggle to survive on the road.

I expected this to be the end of hardship and vulture behavior however not so as found the rest of them hdd been trying to distroy the nest here in bloomington as well.
Allwomen again.
The witch case of the New World Order Vulture Culture.

judi donnelly
copyright
16 june 2009


Ireland 2009 epilogue 2

As the Amtrak pulled out of NY Union Station at 5 pm headed on the long 16 hour Great Lakes Limited trip west I observed the last vestages of this great city as we came up on the west side of the Hudson River.
This area being smitten with great walls of grafetti for miles and old rusted buildings of its former industrial development era maybe 50 or close to 100 years before this time of 2009.

I absorbed the fearful blight and this land by Americas industrial development and here, neglected ,it has remained for a century like some kind of monument to uglyness and shameful abuse of a kind land.

After about 16 miles of this we suddenly passed back over the Hudson River to the east bank and there a whole new world of trees and shrubery ,clear open water and America as it normaly was.
Not pure but sturdy.

The river lay now to our left and I was seated on the right side of the train.
I commented that we would not than stop at West Point or the Roosevelt home along this west river road and was told thats right.

The train proceeded up through the deep dark wood of this expansive and never ending Adarondack range a natural woodland and now mostly 2nd growth also heavily exploited in the early development days of this America.

These woods are deep and dark not occupied by the proverbial fairys of Eire.
They are to fearful for that.
But you expect to see hovering within it great giant elk of ancient days.

The American green is not the same green as that of Ireland.
The green of wall paint and of newness green.
The green of a soil full of something sturdy and compact.
I had never been threw the Adarondack before and absorbed it assiduously as we passed threw.
The train stopping twice to repair a broken air line here in this wilderness of Americas east.

There are no towns on the east bank.
The entire trail took in one stop at Rensallear.
When we got to Schenectady it began to get dark and that would be the end of the obvservation.

A time to sleep which I had not done since before I left Dublin on June 3.

I had gone to the snack car when it hooked on at Albany and got for 2.25 the cereal thinking I couldnt get down the noodles.

Than I curled up in my seat were I was sitting by no one and off I went into the wonderful land of sombulism till maybe Clevland or Rochester NY at 2 or 3 AM.

I than sat up till 6 watching the dark country side of America and again observing the lite in the north before the sun rise.
Reflective lite from Ireland and Quebec and its latitude where it is light and gleaming at 5 am not 6.30 or so as here below the lakes.

After we passed Toledo Which impressed as being a town well ready as it had a hotel car there at the station to pick up passengers, a baggage cart to pick up luggage, and an air of capablity about it.

It is a Polish town and I remmbered the Polish brigade of Bow St waiting for more work from a bearly staggering Irish economy.
After that some how we did not leave Ohio as I thought but passed south threw more of that country.
Flat, well soiled ,well planted, productive.
The gates going down at every crossing as the train sped threw.

I saw some deer here and a few sheep and a few cows.
Joyful to see even this small supply of animal life in America.

I thought I was in Indiana but the conductor said we are still in Ohio.

I went up to the snack car to order noodles for breakfast but the attendant there who we all thought was an Australian by his accent said they had sold all the noodles so had to get muffin-- nice but not as filling.
I wish they had hard boiled eggs on Amtrack.
Maybe suggest it later.

I had asked the Nice young server if he was from Au because I have relatives there and he said he was English. From Nottingham.

I commented I was Irish and he was the enemy but he took that in good stride.

After a while eating my cereal I remembered the sheriff of Nottingham and Robin Hood and transportation and thought the Australians were probably transported by that Nottingham sheriff and were all Robin of Loxlys men and told our fellow thats why we thought he was Australian.
I think this took him back a bit but by morning he had recuperated his jovial English self.

I told him good luck with amtrak and riding the trains and to give the Queen our blessing.
He took this very seriously and proudly and said he would tell her.

He was to young to be in the British army sent over to subdue my Irish relatives.

When the train came to Gary and slowed as it labored past the great fields and devistating old steel works their looming brown towers and dust of brown ground and miles and miles of brown air and uglyness, we all became quiet as we passed this grave yard of dead industry.
A cancer soar on the earth.

Why do they keep it I thought out loud as they keep the walls of dirt and filth on the lower Hudson and as they keep the ovens of Poland awaiting some revival from a hellish past.

I went off to pee and announced to this car
'compliments of Andrew Carnegie who gave us this scenery and the public library'.

No one clapped.
No one gave out their own thoughts.
This is America.
Conformist ,dumbed down, not conserned, not aware.
Absorbed in its own nest and self preservation
Not invloved. Mot caring.

When the train came into Union station Chicago I had in my head to find Mega Bus and see if could go down to Indy on that.

Actually if we had better bus connections in the US like we used to amd the internet was ever set up by practical people who know what they were doing I probably could have got a bus from Toledo down to Indy this day instead of going all the way into Chi for it.

I didnt know that than and no way to have found it from Dublin with the lousy set ups we have online.
Taking a 40 hour week to find even minimal accomidation and schedules and fares.

Most of these big corporation stuctures wanting nothing to do with the clients except the credit card #s.

They are a part of the 'vulture culture'caring only for their own portion of food and to hell with anybody or anything that inhibits this selfish profitering.

Asked at the Union if Mega Bus was near and got a cynical
You dont want that from a worker but she told me it was just down the street a block.
So I walked down to see if could find it.

I did and a nice young black man of about 18 who said did I want a ticket.
It turned out he was the dispatcher for the compamy and worked the street to be sure the buses get to their space and the passengers on the bus they wanted.

The waiting area the street itself was packed and several mega buses were in place loading passengers for Cincinnatti, Detroit, Milwakee and so forth.
St Louis too I think.

This young man used his cell phone to contact the sales office so I could buy my ticket.

This was done with a bit of arguement over price they were charging 27.00 when 21 was online.

And than now I have two conformtions in my email which havent opened.
I hope they only charged me one .
Better get that open on Monday.
I have had so much back log since coming back and such disruptive from both microsoft and yahoo messing up the act that havent had time to do much else.

Anyway I got the ticket for the 3 pm bus and was out there by 1 pm sitting on the street like the rest.
I went back to Union station to get my bags from baggage and had to repack them into two to fit mega bus standards of only two bags.

While there, went into the old station across the street and remembered it from when I had gone to Calif in 1962 with 4 little kids.
A lonely mother without work or money setting of to survive by myself and my family.
In the station now deserted but still beautiful building was a post board discribing the new speed rail system being set up under the new Obama administration to give us back some high speed rail service.

I looked this over quite closely and took the poster notes but was disapointed that a cross country bullet train had not been approved for constuction going from the east to west coast and again from the north to the south like we used to have before 1950 when the automoblie took over the travel of families add the old private train lines were consolidated into the now government sponsored Amtrak service of electric trains.

The bus didnt show up by 3 but some of the loyal riders kept saying it would come.
At 4.45 the young man came back and duty for a second shift and when he saw me he said,
What are you still doing here?

We told him no bus and he took out his cell and called them and found out the driver had not shone up for work hence no bus.

Some how he got a driver and by 5 the bus came 2 hours late.
We loaded up and the young man again came to my rescue as I had the two bags for luggage and he tossed them both on.
They should allow two bags if they are going to haul train and airline standard passengers.

Anyway mega bus needs lots of room for improvement on its operations and this young fellow is a good employee of theirs.
I think he said his name was Jamal and I told him he had a good grandma as his attitude was top rate as it goes among chicago black folk.

I hope he gets a promotion and will succeed in his ability.

We got to Indy at 9.30 Pm and the Mega dropped all off at the Closed City Hall.
No one knew where we were.
It was dark. Evrything was closed.


Epilogue 3


Ticket agent at Greyhound refused to watch my 2 bags while I walked across street to buy a sausage roll.
Tried to charge me 400 when lock boxs here say 3.00 to put bags in lockers.

On my way out the door iItold this young wippersnapper that his behavoir to the elderly was crueland abusive and this would not happen from an Irishman who was taught from childhood to be helpful to the aged.
I also noted this was part of the culture of th Black community upon which he threatened to have me arrested if I did not leave his counter.

That the 4.00 charge was imposed by Greyhound Corp not himself the employee.
I advised him he needed to start thinking as a human being not a corporate automaton and slave which got him even more hysterical to loose control of his programed front. Bonzia!

However I on detecting that if this employee had been accosted by an elderly black woman he would have taken in her bags and helped her.
I am however 72 and not black and therefore a target of his real or imagined or programmed reprisal for 100 years old efforts in the deep south buried deeply in the recesses of this brain incapable of reasoning beyond the programmed response.

However this middle aged man is probably not of salvagable quality being more in need of military disapline than reason.

If Greyhound had formulated policy telling him to kill the customers he would have justifiable done so.
Vietnam syndrome.

However it struck me as pretty shabby and ignorant behavior for this guy to react abusively with automatic threats to a stranger in a public place on D Day when 12,000 men gave their lives to put him in this good job with a power to abuse other human beings and Human Rights Acts.
Well will run by Grayhound Corp.

Amtrak blond ticket agent refusal to take 2 seconds of her time to look up a fare from Indy to Chi for a senior as it was time for her to close. She had a million things to do and callthe #800 number to get this info or go online.

Again an abuseive attitude to a customer and both these Indy people get a good salary from their companies having ample facilities to do their job they are not doing.
Again this needs to be run by the Companies to see if this abusive amimalistic behavoir and self interest is coming from the Company policy or from within the types of persons the Company is hiring.
Probably both.
The abuser hires the abuser to carry out the abusive policy as they send the grunt into hell for the general in command.

The mega Bus from Chicago drops its people off at the city hall .beautiful! About 5 million contacts and leaves them with no place to go and no direction at all.
Across from this place I beleive that is Washington St one of 3 well lite up gaudy Vegas gambling casino style places offers bond to get out of jail.

I thought they should know where the local police dept was.
Went in no body there.
In about 5 minutes a surly looking fellow about 40 came out of the back room looking pretty greedy.
To eat the pigeon.

When I asked for directions he became very hostile saaying the mega bus people were always bugging him about where to go.
Understandable as at 9.30 Pm the town of large cell like structures are all locked and closed and no people about about. Like Tamlach on the Luas in Dublin.

aAain threats to call the law to arrest little old ladies with baggage if I did not get lost.
These people have no mother but are hatched like snakes not birds who are warm blooded and show a brain.
I told him if he didnt want to be bothered to turn out his lights and shut his door and no one would bother him anymore.

I walked out on the steeet and some young couple tried to direct me to the bus station where I am still 12 hours later.

I went instead toward the Conrad hotel trying to find the bus stop for the airport.
Wanting to go out there and wait for the shuttle to bloomington.

The doorman there did not know about the bus.
Young white guy but he did get me a map.

Than a cabby brought me here for 2.00 after we found we cant get the bus to airport after 9.
So is it open outhere 7 miles out of town.

The night shift at station said I could stay and wathed my two bags while I walked over to White Tower to get a bite to eat not having any lunch in chi and only the muffin on the train that morning.
The street was alrady going stong with tom tom drums loud and men set to pick up any old lady who was out there for the party
and lo life for the party going on outside.

They do have a drug and drinking problem up here and some queers adn wierdo desires.

Did get a bit of sleep and the ladies at White Tower also gave me hot water for a coffee.

The phones IBS or some such --depost 1.00 for 4 minutes.
But dial for collect
Kathy and Mary I tried collect but said will not accept collect these numbers.
Had cell for Sarah 50 cents for 5 minutes sayign number disconnected.

So had to call tim again to call kathy to see if she is coming to get me.
She was going last night she said but didnt show up probably couldnt find the bus station.

79A is the exit not 79B.
I think thats were Mary made her mistake as she came in with Lucas Standium in front of her drove right past the bus om South st and thats how she got lost 2 months ago.

You cant see the place fromthe street at 6.30 am .No sign.

The students are here. Do they have free long distance no answer self absorbed.
I am not of the nest.
They wont let me dial Sarah ontheir phone.
This is the education theyget in the US.
They are afraid of an old person.
Well maybe foreign no english as they are now on the phone, blah blah blah.
Eastern or Russian it sounds like.

Well just have to sit here and wait for Kathy to find the place till 10.
I hope she hadnt left when I just called Tim at 8 if she is still home she should be here by 9 -half past.
If she is not here by 10 will have to try and get out to the airport on the bus #8 and take the bloomington shuttle to bloomintgton.
No grocery store here.

4 blocks to speedway down south.
All the downtown areas now a hodge podge of archetectural wonders. No people No business No store.
A Peterson complex post the soy bean taxes across the state.
Rockefeller Plaza style.

Some food would help.
I am a bit hazy.
Well better keep my mouth shut for an hour see if she shows up.

Kathy did show up about 10 in her nice sleek black car and I met her at the corner and off we went headed for 37 south.
Glad at last to be released from the stuggle to survive on the road.

I expected this to be the end of hardship and vulture behavior however not so as found the rest of them hdd been trying to distroy the nest here in bloomington as well.
Allwomen again.
The witch case of the New World Order Vulture Culture.

judi donnelly
copyright
16 june 2009