Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The pig on the spit looks familiar. Is this creature one-in-the-same as was choosing a rotted rutabaga instead of chomping into my nice and meaty man-foot just last month? [post #9.1] I think I’ll pass on the pork. Maybe it was my ancient Jewish upbringingContinue reading “Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020”

Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul          Nic has met an old friend, another who is retired from the Imperial Navy.          “Hey, Brother Lazarus,” Nic calls me into the reunion. “This is Buff; he was once a rower for the fleet also!”           “I just figured Old Nik was readyContinue reading “Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020”