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	<title>Comments on: A Splendid Duck</title>
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		<title>By: Suzanne</title>
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		<description>My, my, my -- SO GLAD I have changed my name!  Who knew the whole thing was MY doing -- as I recall it was that sweet Catholic girl who JUST had to go dancing at the wicked French hunt club with the sound supressed disco dance hall in the basement.

And those French military officers -- I remember that it was my, not so innocent traveling companion who wanted to have them pay for drinks.  Given that this Baptist girl wasn&#039;t much of a drinker.

Hey -- hello again after all these years.  I was searching for pictures of Le Cafe Blue in La Franqui when your name popped out of Google.

I have been a writer and publisher and traveler too but mine was all around an outdoor career in archeology and long range park planning.

It is so good to know that you have fared well -- especially since you did agree to camp out under the cherry tree.  I have a vivid memory of rain, and a dark night waiting for a train and you walking along behind me muttering and cursing and acting like it was the end of the world.

Drop a line...Emily Suzanne Carter</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My, my, my &#8212; SO GLAD I have changed my name!  Who knew the whole thing was MY doing &#8212; as I recall it was that sweet Catholic girl who JUST had to go dancing at the wicked French hunt club with the sound supressed disco dance hall in the basement.</p>
<p>And those French military officers &#8212; I remember that it was my, not so innocent traveling companion who wanted to have them pay for drinks.  Given that this Baptist girl wasn&#8217;t much of a drinker.</p>
<p>Hey &#8212; hello again after all these years.  I was searching for pictures of Le Cafe Blue in La Franqui when your name popped out of Google.</p>
<p>I have been a writer and publisher and traveler too but mine was all around an outdoor career in archeology and long range park planning.</p>
<p>It is so good to know that you have fared well &#8212; especially since you did agree to camp out under the cherry tree.  I have a vivid memory of rain, and a dark night waiting for a train and you walking along behind me muttering and cursing and acting like it was the end of the world.</p>
<p>Drop a line&#8230;Emily Suzanne Carter</p>
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