Friday, November 08, 2002


For all our rainsoaked friends in California today -- some music from The Hollies.

Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus go, she stays love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine

Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same

That's the way the whole thing started
Silly, but it's true
Of thinking all the sweet romance
Beginning in a queue

Came the sun, the ice was melting
No more sheltering, now
Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow

Let's hope Doc's cars don't float away, yikes. Dave's enjoying candlelight -- romantic, yes, but a helluva way to run a technology empire. Peterme is also talking about the elements.