Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tommy reflects on an Islay, grandpa's death, a new book by Edward Rutherfurd and urinals.
Dave, as I was sipping a 19.44, sandalwood and stale cigarettes reminding me of my grandfather just before his uremic death, I noticed Edward Rutherfurd's new book entitled , New York was just released. I picked up a copy. On a side note, I am sure I have photos of Paris but they would not be digital and therefore I would need to scan them and then send them to you if you want them. Don't forget, most of my photos are of urinals. Slainte, Tommy Maaltman
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