.... meaning revealed below....a Dutch Shoe race.
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1. Really, now that Easter is passed, WHAT "nightmare vexed to that rocking cradle" was really born, at the Nativity in Bethlehem centuries ago; where CP30 and R2D2 were also present, as "the Wise Men"; what?
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Last Word: The Dutch Shoe by Louis Jenkins
She was out of the water for years, since the early fifties maybe, over at the shipyard in Superior. You could see her from the highway, her masts down, sails stowed away. I loved that boat. All the time I was growing up I made plans to buy her someday. What shall I say happened? That my father bought her and put her in the back yard and kept garden tools in the hold? Or that my mother bought her and kept her in the china closet with the jade Buddha and the eight-day clock? That her brass gleams in the firelight, still dry and harmless? No. I bought the Dutch Shoe and sailed to Rangoon and Singapore and a hundred other places. I faced incredible dangers and hardships. I talk loud and drink all night. When I snore I wake bears in the forest and fish in the sea. Early mist rises from the water. Ice forms on the masts. My hair has turned white and my teeth have fallen out. I can't see a thing and I am sailing away.