I shoulda been a headline or title writer. There are countless titles for new posts in my head. One of these days I will get around to writing posts to go with those splendid titles.
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When Popeye gave up spinach
Hammond's gift to the world., No, not the organ.
Claghorn's Leghorn Legacy
What do we do in the dew with Dolores
Those Quirky Canucks
With a song in my head
Underground Love
Whoopie John Wilfahrt
Private Eyes organ-ized
Where's Les Tremayne?
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I can hardly wait to see what these will be about
What a "Methodist Conga Line"-up (to mention one of those glorious titles of yours that did translate into a post). I generally start with a nutshell of a headline but often lose sight of the kernel. I also enjoy making up names, which is usually as far as I get when I try to write fiction.
ReplyDeleteSo, tell us what remains of Les.
I almost have my title and end in my head before I begin. The middle takes care of itself.
ReplyDeleteI am thinking of visiting a Methodist church to see if they have rock dances in the social hall. But I don't really want to know.