tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937282.post111625923027074207..comments2024-01-23T02:11:02.912-08:00Comments on B.D.'s world: B.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144122671576207950noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937282.post-1116556655329256702005-05-19T19:37:00.000-07:002005-05-19T19:37:00.000-07:00I've never heard that story! Pretty damn funny. Sh...I've never heard that story! Pretty damn funny. Shawn was really excited about getting to the library. I had to go back and grab some pictures of it for her when I was out and about.B.D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02144122671576207950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937282.post-1116453955095329072005-05-18T15:05:00.000-07:002005-05-18T15:05:00.000-07:00"The lion didn't roarWhen Mary walked by." (parap..."The lion didn't roar<BR/>When Mary walked by." (paraphrasing due to ravages of time)<BR/><BR/>That was a short verse my Uncle Hal learned in grade school as part of an assignment. The shortness appealed to him, and as a seven or eight year old he had no idea about the reference or how his overly-devout teacher would react at the reference to the legend of the lions at the NY library getting up and roaring if a real virgin ever walked by. He didn't understand the beating until many years later. It remains a family story to this day.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543839836945031346noreply@blogger.com