<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I get out of our vehicle at Jaclyn’s invitation,<strong>“It is brisk, but not as cold as the proverbial witch’s . . . ”</strong><em>Jehoshaphat!  Is that proper to say anymore?  Great Caesar’s Ghost!</em>So I pull up short on completing that idea.<strong>“It’s not too bad.  Brisk, cold, but still.”</strong><br/><br/>I look around and see the locals staring at us.  I smile and wave.<strong>“I think it could be valuable to start working on language, be certain of letting the citizenry know we’re not invaders.  For instance, this soft taco—use the real name.”</strong>I continue,<strong>“We should be certain of our gestures even.  I’ve read where troops riding along roads saw kids flash the V sign, thinking they were being encouraged when it was their version of . . . ”</strong>I look at Jaclyn, not wanting to upset her gentility<strong>“. . . well one can imagine, can one not?”</strong>I seem to be placing my foot in my mouth for some reason.<em>Hee-hee!</em>I shrug, wave at the locals and look for Jekesai’s return.<br/>