I found a paperback copy of The Select today at the Salvation Army. If you would like it, let me know and I will send it out.

I found a paperback copy of The Select today at the Salvation Army. If you would like it, let me know and I will send it out.

Lisa, your offer is yet more evidence of your generous heart, but it seems all the gang have a copy already. Why not take it to your local hospital and give it to a male doctor with the words, "Take this, brother. May it serve you well."

Just an ah=deer.

Lisa, your offer is yet more evidence of your generous heart, but it seems all the gang have a copy already. Why not take it to your local hospital and give it to a male doctor with the words, "Take this, brother. May it serve you well."

Just an ah=deer.

Hear, Hear! I concur. Lisa is truly a generous soul.

Hear, Hear! I concur. Lisa is truly a generous soul.

Far too good for the likes of us. How her guardian angel must preen and boast!

Far too good for the likes of us. How her guardian angel must preen and boast!

Did anyone ever tell you that you write Irish? I can't help but play your words back in me head with a brogue, ye see.

Did anyone ever tell you that you write Irish? I can't help but play your words back in me head with a brogue, ye see.

Well, Biggles, I was adopted as a baby by an Irish family and it was from them I learned to talk. So maybe an echo of the brogue I heard as a child has whispered through the decades.

Ah, if only me sainted grandmother, god assoil her, could hear you now!

I just made up an FPW care package for a friend of mine on the east coast who- can you even beleive it?- has never read anything by our esteemed leader????? already put in a copy of The Select but God love ya Lisa for offering!

Well, Biggles, I was adopted as a baby by an Irish family and it was from them I learned to talk. So maybe an echo of the brogue I heard as a child has whispered through the decades.

Aye bro. Ye might just be right.

Aye bro. Ye might just be right.

If I'm not, you'll be the first to know!

Ah, if only me sainted grandmother, god assoil her, could hear you now!

I just made up an FPW care package for a friend of mine on the east coast who- can you even beleive it?- has never read anything by our esteemed leader????? already put in a copy of The Select but God love ya Lisa for offering!

I've always said she's the flower of the flock and her smile's worth bottling. But as long as we're talkin' Oirish here, bk, this might give you a laugh. My friend John Keel knew Brendan Behan. "What was he like, John? Nice guy?" "Oh, God, Lindner. He was insufferable. I'd be at the bar, nursing a draft, trying to think of one-liners for Merv Griffin the next day, and Behan would come up, 'How are yez, Johnny! Aren't you the grand man! Still writin' for Merv, are yez?' And he'd be surrounded by these leeches whose only interest was his money. It was a pathetic scene. And just when you think he'd passed out, his big head on his chest and snoring, just when you got some peace, he'd wake up and start screaming, 'Who the fuck are you? Where's me fucking money?' And the leeches would get him a whiskey or ten. And then he'd start singing Irish folk songs in a horrible cracked tenor." "Why didn't the bartender throw him out, John?" "Eventually they did. When he ran out of money and there were no leeches around to leave a $20--a lot of money back then, Lindner--they did throw him out. Christ. At the end, he'd pull his unit out and piss on the bar. Ugly scene. Come to think of it, Lindner, you might have gotten along with him."