>Ted and some friends were taking a stroll by the river one fine Parisian evening when he slipped and rolled down the Left Bank. "I guess I am in Seine," quipped Ted with riparian glee as he dragged himself from the water<

I didn't do it. (I'm in de Nile.) So you can just Crimea River (with apologies to Judy Collins).

I was wandering through England, trying to get to London, when I founds the Signs of the Thames. Then I opted for solitude, so it was off to: Avon to be alone. From there I went to Rome, where I wrote a tale by the Tiber.

Which sort of reminds me of the story of Pancho Villa. He knew that if he controlled the Rio Grande he would control northern Mexico. Ambrose Bierce suggested to him that he could prevent American gunboats' entering the river if he scuttled garbage scows across the mouth. Villa sneered at him, "Barges? Barges? We don't need no sinking barges!"

(Remember, YOU started this!!!) GRIN!!!!!


TEd