That is a great song. OUR DEBORAH would have investigated the train hit and run, and probably would have gotten to the bottom of it too. Probably DAMNED OLD BRAKES but perhaps automation was also a contributing factor with failure to maintain a scan of the tracks ahead.

I returned home and sat in the plush recliner with my laptop. My first love, still blissfully aware of the second, just called out, "Cardio, are you doing work on that or talking with those weirdo pilots again?

"I told you, 'weirdo pilots' is redundant." I replied. "You can just say 'pilots'."

I pulled out a box of Oreos, and absentmindedly stacked a couple of them together. "This is like a FlyJSH fantasy," I thought. I wondered who would be in the middle. I still don't understand the mechanics and really do not want to find out.

"Lady Cardio, do you think... well.. I mean, do you think that Deb will forget us?" I tried to hide my emotion.

"Who on earth is Deb?" she replied.