Yes, yes, thank you all for coming to the Mother Of All Celebratory Wakes for Gus Openshaw, Presumed Dead, Whose Wife, Kid, and Arm were Et by a Whale. And also for his crew, and possibly also for a brave little rat named Bob, last seen floating around the Caribbean in a breadfruit crate, nibbling on cheese.
In honor of Senor Smart Ken and his nearly limitless supply of Gusano Rojo Caballero, a little dance tune. I shall hitch up me skirts so that you all may admire my fast and fancy footwork.
Gus has led us a merry dance,
with many a twist and surprising reverse;
We who remain must hope for the chance.
that he and the others all live, none the worse.
(The song is actually about a man who is Mexican to his mama, but is fated to be an American. Sorry, Ken, no Canadian-Mexican party music to be found, though I do know of a nice Filipino-Canadian young man that plays a mean accordion).
Ay, que dolor! Ayyyyyyyy!
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You're very welcome. As it happens, the nice young Filipino-American accordionist just got engaged to his lady love, and yes, they met at a blogger's convention in Boston.
Amor vincit omnia, and so on. I'm so very happy for them, and now happy news on the Gus front as well.
However, I highly doubt that bit will work a third time on the Tortolans (though the rest of us will chase after an infinite number of red herrings, I have no doubt).
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