tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post6166950021525640698..comments2024-03-27T17:44:45.197-08:00Comments on Gullible's Travels: Punch DrunkGulliblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01757448241656853571noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post-58896269135504946802009-04-12T11:18:00.000-08:002009-04-12T11:18:00.000-08:00Sounds to me like the opening line of a James Lee ...Sounds to me like the opening line of a James Lee Burke novel (although, of course, he would never have snow in his Louisiana-based stories). I love James Lee Burke's books, and I really like that paragraph. Hang onto it.Beth W.http://www.switchedatbirth.usnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029159028015312900.post-13160913867148628132009-04-11T18:21:00.000-08:002009-04-11T18:21:00.000-08:00When I saw the title of your blog, I thought perha...When I saw the title of your blog, I thought perhaps you'd started celebrating Easter early and got into some spiked punch. <BR/><BR/>I expected something like this: It was a dark and stormy night when Jean had one too many mugs of rum punch. Her muse had to haul her to bed where she left her and hustled to the computer. She proceeded to post a detailed story of what Jean did before she passed out. It was shocking!<BR/><BR/>HAPPY EASTER, my friend.Cheryl Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09064303602761860569noreply@blogger.com