I once-upon-a-time had a lengthy and enjoyable conversation with a Frenchman who had grown up as an army-brat. (Too many dashes already.)
It was at a bar called the Playwright.
He was surprised to hear that I went out of my way to get a French (D'jeep) lighter each year to light my July 4th fireworks.
I enjoyed explody firework things a whole lot, still do. Just ask Adam.
This French gentleman was a very nice guy. At that time, maybe 15 plus years ago, he had concerns regarding French immigration, but not concern enough, I felt. He seemed to find his egalitarian discomfort weighing more heavily than his own clear sight.
Uneasy with his gut instincts but fairly forthright with his notions.
I wish that I had kept in touch.
Sarkozy has been somewhat outspoken.
I wonder how the banlieues are running under their separate but equal law and no-go police status in areas.
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Why now, I've never heard the story of your tete-a-tete (pardon my French, s'il vous plait) with Sarkozy. Very interesting!
Hello!
I like Sarkozy. This gentleman of which I speak was not him, I should edit that to clear up the transition. Great conversation with mister not-Sarkozy. Must have been to remember a million years later.
The time-she flies ho ho. (with terrible french accent-pfff)
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