Courtesy of MLusk at Weather Records

Space Bleeps :  Ok Oh and the Failure of the Spanish Armada

The slightly portly Asian woman hustled after the retreating bus, loose silk top and floppy short skirt flapping in circumstantial wind, stuffing a bagel into her mouth.

The vaguely Sephardic looking woman in a red and cream colored summer dress labored up the bike ramp on the bridge.

The Central American took a break from wet-grinding the cement, nodding in my direction without trace of approval.

"The Mid-Summer party down in Battery Park!" Omino solicited.  "The Swedish thing where the kids dance around a pole.  It would be fun to see the kids playing together.  I'll forward you the details on Facebook.  They really could be siblings, our kids, you know."

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