Fear of Alligators

Thank you for looking in as I blog on. The We Blog started with friends on our poetry vacation did not do much, hasty comments added in retrospect (was it Tuesday we saw the alligators or was that the cemetery...)

I may include it later.

But hopefully, now I am back from the Bayou (Alligator Annie's son showed me more egrets and herons than I had seen so far in my life -- beautiful boat trip despite the primeval antics of Lucille the Future Handbag) via New York (left bank of the Hudson and an excellent, cheap Internet Cafe called Marcatel at 41-16 Greenpoint Ave, Sunnyside, near the MoMA Tall Buildings exhibition - remember the name), I shall root you to the spot with gruesome alligator tails in my Blog.

Don't go away.
Watch this spot.

Next Instalment: Jambalaya or Is Allitagor Fare Heredatiry?)

Aisha

And Peter, I mean Teper, don't try and be funny with `Can you spell dyslexic (looked it up)...or even agillators (The Big Easy, that one).