tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27625867648873032542011-07-29T00:47:43.167-04:00Ramblings of a LoonLoonaseashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03298928757263554666noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762586764887303254.post-77376336864659354872010-09-28T11:24:00.000-04:002010-09-28T11:24:47.896-04:00A quiet September morning in the southside of Jacksonville, Florida USA. Sitting by the lake, Logan, an inquisitive sort of fellow, is pondering on how he is going to spend his day. He considers texting or calling Evelyn to see if she is still angry over the faux pas he made last night. Because he would rather not hear her upset voice he picks up the cell phone and begins to tap out a short message. Hi there, wassup? Then he waits for her reply.<br /><br />Check back to see if she responds. . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2762586764887303254-7737633686465935487?l=spencer4congress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Loonaseashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03298928757263554666noreply@blogger.com0