And Carthalo noticed that even Hadvar was admiring her figure as she went about setting food on the table. Youd better go ahead and tell me whats goin... on now lad. Alvor suggested. Well, as you know, I was stationed to General Tulius personal guard, we were just about to execute Ulfric Stormcloak in Helgen when&hellip, Hadvar paused for effect. A dragon attacked. A dragon!? Alvor exclaimed. Youre not drunk&hellip, are you boy? Husband, let him finish his story. Sigrid reprimanded. Not much left. So I was a little preoccupied.One night I came home and Donna had invited a local voodoo priest over to the house. She said that she had found his number in the phone book and that he could help couples experience a new view on their marriage. I had to stifle a major guffaw. He claimed that his office was located right in the heart of the French quarter.He was dressed in traditional Haiti grab. Or so he said it was. To me he looked as if he was wearing a grandmother's MUU-MUU. He wore a pointy. The other day I went to a store that was laid out a little differentlyfrom the others. Most of them have a wide aisle and the booths are linedup along the walls. This one had a four foot wide aisle with aisles about18-inches wide going off of it at right angles. The booths were lined upalong the narrow aisles with sliding doors on them. It was the middle ofa week day afternoon so there weren't many people in the store.The door was open in the last booth and I could see a movie playing so Iknew. I was all for going to the warehouse immediately and looking for the Machine, but cooler heads prevailed. Bert reminded me about the guards. Sue pointed that we didn't have any appropriate clothing for the Wild West. The clothes slowed me down more than the guards. The diaries had notes about the importance of blending in with the local culture and the lethal consequences if this went wrong.It took us almost a week to get everything together. Andrea found costumes from an amateur theater group.