Bells were ringing at 7th and Montana this morning as "Lady Godiva," the woman known for occasionally waltzing around the neighborhood Half-Naked, brought a telephone with her to Starbucks. No, I don't mean a Cell Phone. She unplugged the phone from her wall at home and -- as if to say "I'm on call with the Institute for the Perpetually Wacky" -- she carried it around with her up and down Montana Avenue, coddling it like it was a Prized Possession. Frankly, I'm starting to worry about her. I wish there was someone we could call ...
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Oh... how sad! Maybe you could call senior services? I don't know...
be well...
Can you hear me now?
that is sad..makes you wonder where her family is..
Kelly~
Oh dear, that doesn't sound good. It looks like Dawn has a good idea in senior services.
Poor thing...I wonder if she was expecting a call and decided to take the phone with her?
Beth
I saw 'Godiva' and thought you were talking about chocolate at first.
Maybe she was waiting for the pawn shop to open so she could sell it. I concur with Dawn, Social Services might be able to help.
Possibly the psychic network could channel through that phone!
Was she singing the telephone song? Hey baby, I'm yer telephone man, tell me wear ya want it and I'll put it where I can!
Gaz
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