Manx For The Memories!

In keeping with the general attitude, Bao has taken to feeding a particular seagull, the one I made a drawing of a few moths ago. She has some distinguishing marks, but is first distinguished by her relative plumpness. She can tell when Bao is cooking and glares at me impatiently while she waits outside our living room. She very clearly expects to dine with him every meal, and will lean in and blast out apartment with her blaring eruptive cries. To tell you the truth, Bao's gullfriend is kind of a bitch, really.

She was very catious about the Funions he offered her. You can never hope to understand other people's relationships.


She was quite trusting when it came to grapes, though it doesn't look like she trusts much here. She loves the grapes. Jack the Ripper used grapes to dope his victims. His real name might have been William Gull. I trust you see where this is going.

There she is in all her squawkiness. In the background is this brilliant Polish three-master we took a cruise on last night. I hope Joe gets his pictures on here.