Not really though.
What with all the happenings going on at the east end of the Mediterranean Sea, I had to make a couple of phone calls to make sure the folks I knew in the effected areas were OK.
I was talking with The Kid about it this morning and asked him if I was remembering something correctly so that I didn’t err in my post today.
Back, a little over a year ago, there was a youth movement in Lebanon that went by the name “The Cedar Revolution”. During that time, a number of these types of websites had pictures of beautiful Lebanese women from the protests.
At the time I didn’t write about it because I didn’t want to be a braggart, but I know a couple of those women. Well, maybe not the ones in the pictures, but I know a couple of ladies from that region.
The day after the first return fire from Israel, I found a message in my voicemail from Miss Katay, saying she was alright and on vacation in Greece, which, by the way, is where we first met.
I was quite glad to hear that that she is safe and sound. Unfortunately, IÂ had to be the cause of distress to her when I had to tell her that IÂ couldn’t join her in Corinth. She begged and pleaded, and I had to apologize repeatedly.
In the end, she understood. Tomorrow I’ll tell you why I couldn’t make it.