Sally Pomeroy's Blog – March 2011 Archive (2)

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It was not their fault, really.  Well, mostly not.  Matthew Butler, Tommy Cooper, and the little dog Jack emerged from Mobile Bay like Swamp Thing II, their powder blue tuxedos dripping with mud and rotted weeds.  On the expansive lawn in front of them sat three hundred fifty close friends and relatives, dressed in their Sunday best.  A murmur ran through the crowd.  The bride, an… Continue

MOMBASA, KENYA

 

Tommy Cooper jumped into the passenger seat of the battered jeep pickup.

“Did you find any Tequila?” asked Matthew Butler, not looking up from the map he was examining. 

“No,” Tommy replied, “I had to settle for Rum.  I guess there’s not much call for Tequila in Kenya.  I also got Captain Z his Johnny Walker.  For beer, I got plenty of Tusker, the Budweiser of Africa.  I grabbed the last of the Guinness, and to round out the order, I got 10 cases…

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