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Sunday, May 15, 2011

jack the ripper plans his vacation

jack the ripper plans his vacation

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edward w pritchard

Somewhere with no fog. It brings out the worst in me.

Maybe a nice sunny beach over at Brighton. A warm bright beach with families and rock candy. Children would be nice, children running and playing on the beach. Hubby's and their wives sitting on towels and talking about buying a house someday. Then family dinners together, taters and a nice British roast beef with French mustard. A little beer, but not too much for me. With a nice warm ocean breeze.

No doctors, or autopsies or talk about medicine for a few days. No sick patients or morgues either. None of the endless dodging of policeman. No narrow alleys and no crowded dark streets.  No having to be anonymous all the time. Just somewhere where I can be myself and sit in the warm bright sun and maybe read the paper. Read the paper and watch the nice families at the beach shuffle back and forth.

An arcade would be grand too. Games and  gambling for a piece of penny candy as a prize. Happy children winning prizes and then running from the arcade into the sunlight to show their Mum their treasures.

A light rain is good late in the afternoon. Just before dinner a light rain.  After dinner a cigar and a stroll under a clear starry sky. Listen to the soothing melodious waves for a while there at the beach.

By all means somewhere with no fog. No back alley's and no dark hallways and ladies standing in doorways saying something vulgar. It brings out the beast in me every time.

A nice trip to a sunny sea side would be nice.
Jack

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