Down under, you or me?

[Jhildt at aol.com]

And to you, a Merry Christmas too.  Make that Boxing Day, just, by an hour or
so.  My head is still spinning to figure where and when you are.  (Since your
ten twenty-one post popped in here at seven thirty-two on a chill Christmas
morning.  That puts you in antipodes, what with me in Nueva York.)

Hope you paid your respects to Orion last night (over thoughts of your
thesis, brilliant as it may be).  I'd stare at the stars, given the choice.

Since you write like a reader (or read like a writer?), why not hang with
this lit list at bit?  They're as decent a bunch as I've laid cyber-eyes on
(no sharks so far).

So I toast you, confrere, with my vin ordinaire.  
And to you and your Jazz-dreaming family, good night.

                                     Jeffrey on the other side of the rock.