Our Man in Europe/dave delaroix/"...SUSPICION..."
Well? Suspicion: I DON'T have much money, got a fridge full of beer, some Vino Bianco, Rosso, Prosciutto and there's a bottle of Whisky, masqueradin' under the name of ORSON, blended-malt, of which, my suspicions FAIL whenever it's EMPTY, and, M'Dear, I can't find your Photo, which is neither here nor there, on this sea shore, blustery night in Sciacca-Sicily, in Italia-don't U know?PIRATES abound here, let me tell ya!- but where the KIDS are alright? Your "Midnight Thoughts": I'll lend U a Shilling, or I'll lend U a Pound; American Dollars, we'll share?
Well; Me Lass! Did I ever tell ya 'bout Mister O'Neill. Problem with his Grand Piano, 59th. St, New York City. Baack in the 1970's it was. Piano-Instrument-removal. ADvizzzed him to get a HELICOPTER, pick da dang piano up, pop it thru the "Skylight", into da UP-Market loft, and so it WAS: "Feelin' Groovy!" It WORKED! The Chase-Manhattan Bank never thanked me... George O'Neil's Piano playing never improved. And I just - as always - strummed Woody Guthrie chords? Did I tell U about the Helicopter? Very noisy. I nicknamed it CYCLOPS.
It's a BIG SECRET. I'm living in Sicily..... And DON'T get suspicious, "mon Coeur."
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Palermo-Sicily.
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