07-29-2003, 02:13 PM
I know a Korean family. They came here and opened a "chinese" place that I like to go and eat at. (Please note, down South, any Asian food is called chinese, just like all soda is called coke, don't ask why.) I like eating there because they respect my demands for total privacy, and have a small little nook where they keep a private booth for folk just like me. They make a wonderful vego platter, but it gives me horrible gas. Good food though.
They "escaped" from Korea, from The One Who Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. (Is that better Griselda) Might be a hunch, but since we are on very friendly terms, if I got them to spend a moment with me and chewed their ears, I bet they would have a lot to say. Of course, even broaching that subject might be considered rude, will have to tread carefully.
They "escaped" from Korea, from The One Who Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. (Is that better Griselda) Might be a hunch, but since we are on very friendly terms, if I got them to spend a moment with me and chewed their ears, I bet they would have a lot to say. Of course, even broaching that subject might be considered rude, will have to tread carefully.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."