Enchanted

I was recently surrounded by five - no less - women, all of whom were enchanting. Each was perfectly dressed, with wonderfully pendulous breasts hanging as if waiting to be picked, and the smell of exotic perfume was mixing in my brain in miraculous combinations.

I was enchanted.

I kept my silence, as is my style. But, I was beguiled. I just kept listening and wondering. It was obvious, after a few listens, that some were married and bore children, and others not. But I was enchanted, totally.

How strange is it that I found myself in the middle of this conversation? I don't pretend to know.

There is a ceramics store across the street from me in Rhinebeck. You know what I mean. It is, like, a place you go to so that you can paint some color on a mug, have one of the people at the store 'fire it' up for you, and, 'voila' you have a coffee cup with your painting on it.

Well, this store is rather well attended, and I recently read that the owner of the store's last name is 'Plantania' .

Now, I know John Plantania. He is the famous guitarist who appears on every Van Morrison record, and lots others, and happens to live in Rhinebeck. So, small world. Just an interesting fact.

Rich