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When I was a kid, one of the many nicknames I had was "megaphone"...

I have been hurt so much by that... but today, this month, this year, I am going to see that as a positive attribute...

I will MAKE A NOISE.

I will use the lung capacity, the focused anger and hurt, and I will make a difference Raz.

(I had another nick in my late teens Raz... KAZ. Long story!!! And I had a boyfriend called Daz...)

Sounds more like the muppet show

No "Haz Been" Though

"There is still a huge gaping hole in the hull, where I can see it. It is still called Tambo."


TAMBO!
50's/60's/70's/80's/90's/2000 to 20-- what?

Is each decade a closet to open???

Speak up, people, if you know.......

And this is only ONE field.
Senegal was only ONE field---and that was bad enough.
Shine the light.

Never get to close to a sinking ship, when it goes down it will create a vacuum. Let it go and then see what is left on the surface after the event. Extend a hand to the deserving survivors and a wave farewell to those that went down with the ship with the other.

Meanwhile the band will be playing "I'd like to be, under the sea, in an . . ."

Never get to close to a sinking ship, when it goes down it will create a vacuum. Let it go and then see what is left on the surface after the event. Extend a hand to the deserving survivors and a wave farewell to those that went down with the ship with the other.

Meanwhile the band will be playing "I'd like to be, under the sea, in an . . ."

Did you see the pic I sent you Bemused... "the one that got away!"

I did indeed, many thanks.

What the recruiting brochure for "Titanic Cruises Inc" forgot to tell us when our family signed up, was that the Titanic had different classes. First Class, was the elite, the royalty of NTM. Second Class was those with the right background and then there was the likes of us, confined to Third Class. Of course this wasn't mentioned in the glossy brochure, after all who in their right mind would have signed up for the trip if they knew that was the deal?

So I trudged on board, overstayed my welcome (third class passengers should be seen not heard) and got off at the first available stop. The thought of signing up for a trip as an adult never appealed, why on earth would I, once was enough!

Now I'm back, but not on board, observing from a distance. Just fascinated by how many large holes are in the side of the big ship. Fascinated to hear the band playing on with the same rhetoric, just a little updated.
It's a calm sea now, just watching with fascination and waiting to see what will happen next.