34. An update on Absinthe and Cliff . . . and why this post will not offer much satisfaction on that front

Editor's Note: For those of you who are anxious to return to the budding love story between Absinthe and Cliff, be patient. It will be returning soon. How soon is anyone's guess. If you haven't guessed by now, Hawkinson and his team are neither organized nor terribly ambitious. So things come when they come. You can sympathize, I'm sure. We've all known and tolerated such people. Often times, they show up as someone's uncle. Hawkinson is an uncle, so he fits the type. Anyway, I mean, what can you do? You can't shoot them. Well, you can, but then the story will never get finished and you're likely to get yourself into some amount of trouble, except maybe in Florida or California.

At least while Hawkinson and his team are still alive, there's hope.

There's hope.

While you're waiting, I was instructed to include the words of a love song to keep you in the mood of two middle-aged would-be star-crossed lovers, and that's a lot of hyphens. It seems, the older people get, the more hyphens enter their lives.

Here's what I found from the Beatles: The title is "Rocky Raccoon." It's a ballad. It's sort of fun.

Some of the lyrics . . .

Rocky Raccoon--not so hot
in gun fights

D'da d'da d'da da da da
D'da d'da d'da da da da
D'da d'da d'da da d'da d'da d'da d'da
Do do do do do do

D'do d'do d'do do do do
D'do d'do d'do do do do
D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do
Do do do do do do


If you'd like the rest of the lyrics, click here and enjoy.