Another explosion from the tail pipe, a cloud of bluish smoke, and the car was gone.Nearly twenty minutes later I'd had enough standing around, and, r...sisting the blandishments of the various Pakistanis to partake of their somewhat ill-looking water ice, decided to walk to the hotel. Getting directions from the few local residents who seemed to be alert enough to tell, I followed my nose and the random automobile part until I could see the hotel about three blocks in the distance. As I looked. . BUT: it turned out the bird's previous owner was a sailor on a tramp freighter and he had taught the bird to speak with his own tendency to foul (no NOT fowl you idiots) language ... after three or four very embarrassing incidents... (Including one where a young mother who was breast-feeding her daughter was encouraged to "Show us ya tits, Sweetie." ) Pastor Jones decided he was going to have to get rid of the bird. This was not an easy decision to make because he had grown fond of the. For a number of years he had been engaged with ‘adult educational classes’ and it was through them that he had met Elizabeth nearly three years before. He had been asked to pick her up as she had expressed interest in joining the adult sessions. From that initial request had developed a relationship that was ‘very worthwhile’ that was until her overseas trip. He wasn’t even thinking of her that afternoon, for it was over a week since leaving Franks and he was just checking his notes for the. She had written me a very nice poem. Much better than the one I wrote her. She shared it with me and I like I said it was very good. We started discussing things and I mentioned that I was wishful of learning to fight. She talked with me about the rules and then asked a couple of friends to drop by and give me a fighting lesson. Two very nice gentlemen showed up, Kas and Star. They both explained the rules to me again and I tried to pay very close attention to them. I really wish to be able to.