Hi A;
I have all kinds of accumulating material regarding the following: 1. Boys who battling boys in hallways of schools, or Pierce Fight Club.
2. Avoiding immature people when you want to be on focus at school and
strategies, et. all. Lots of options.
3. The joys of marching after school, or Mr. M and the Whistle
Mystery. In fact, this thought has caused me to inquire into Mr. M's
health and wealth. He was my instructor of trombone & marching for
eight years.
4. Making sure Mr. Lenfesty, poet and historian in residence at
Mackinaw Island Grand Hotel gets proper public relations support for
his reading series.
5. Inquiry about the possibility of golfing and why I pointed out the
Pontiac Country Club to you. Evil scheming dad. Yes, I have images in my mind of a lovely young woman driving the
links in a custom golf cart, one that has a little playland for a
kitten to pet as one studies the current fairway. I also can see you
aboard the Bramble, viewing sailboats raising sail and setting off for
destinations beyond a Lake Huron vanishing point. I can imagine my
darling leaving the eighteen hole championship course and driving to
the docks and raising sail for an evenings' excursion. Maybe a
doughnut and coffee, oh that drink kept from your fingers, at Boat
Nerd dot Com's viewing platform and you'll catch the blue water fever
..... I am MOJO JO JO. Not. I am MOJO Daddy O! You have a good mind and surely an active imagination, and well, mind
and imagination might reach upward and pull off the shelf, "Sailing
School at the Muskegon Yacht Club". Oh, and your mom has already been
out by Muskegon's Harbor Towne Yacht club, the deck of Docker's
remember, so if she'll allow you to go play at a country club, she
might let you learn to sail at a yacht club. Try to mention Ralph
Lauren as you draw this comparison, the designer clothes not just the
cologne. Hmm, what if said mother could hobnob in Muskegon whilst her
daughter learns her sail-work and her team-work and then rubs elbows
with the parental elite at the opposing fleets yacht club. Where would
we house her? Could she tell her friends that she's going away to the
lakeshore after a hard school year? It's all a matter of setting the
scene with lots and lots of extra cheese ... I mean lots and lots of
extra details. Yes, yes, that's the ticket ! Must go into the lab .... Mojo Daddy-O.
I have all kinds of accumulating material regarding the following: 1. Boys who battling boys in hallways of schools, or Pierce Fight Club.
2. Avoiding immature people when you want to be on focus at school and
strategies, et. all. Lots of options.
3. The joys of marching after school, or Mr. M and the Whistle
Mystery. In fact, this thought has caused me to inquire into Mr. M's
health and wealth. He was my instructor of trombone & marching for
eight years.
4. Making sure Mr. Lenfesty, poet and historian in residence at
Mackinaw Island Grand Hotel gets proper public relations support for
his reading series.
5. Inquiry about the possibility of golfing and why I pointed out the
Pontiac Country Club to you. Evil scheming dad. Yes, I have images in my mind of a lovely young woman driving the
links in a custom golf cart, one that has a little playland for a
kitten to pet as one studies the current fairway. I also can see you
aboard the Bramble, viewing sailboats raising sail and setting off for
destinations beyond a Lake Huron vanishing point. I can imagine my
darling leaving the eighteen hole championship course and driving to
the docks and raising sail for an evenings' excursion. Maybe a
doughnut and coffee, oh that drink kept from your fingers, at Boat
Nerd dot Com's viewing platform and you'll catch the blue water fever
..... I am MOJO JO JO. Not. I am MOJO Daddy O! You have a good mind and surely an active imagination, and well, mind
and imagination might reach upward and pull off the shelf, "Sailing
School at the Muskegon Yacht Club". Oh, and your mom has already been
out by Muskegon's Harbor Towne Yacht club, the deck of Docker's
remember, so if she'll allow you to go play at a country club, she
might let you learn to sail at a yacht club. Try to mention Ralph
Lauren as you draw this comparison, the designer clothes not just the
cologne. Hmm, what if said mother could hobnob in Muskegon whilst her
daughter learns her sail-work and her team-work and then rubs elbows
with the parental elite at the opposing fleets yacht club. Where would
we house her? Could she tell her friends that she's going away to the
lakeshore after a hard school year? It's all a matter of setting the
scene with lots and lots of extra cheese ... I mean lots and lots of
extra details. Yes, yes, that's the ticket ! Must go into the lab .... Mojo Daddy-O.
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