I’m riding a big old elephant.
Elephants lumber; they do not fly.
I need an elephant with wings.
I couldn’t sleep much last night.
My Native flute is an eagle.
Thanks for the Grand Marnier.
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Very strange. I await further developments.
What a lot to think about. Rest now.
I can hear the sweet notes of your eagle flute…
My 6WS
If elephants could fly where would they go?
LOL. I did a very similar thing for my 6WS. Maybe a couple more Grand Maniers will help put you to bed? Just sayin.
Lots of ideas going on there! 🙂
Grand Manier makes you see everything a bit more clearly.
Always wondered where elephant pack their trunk when they fly? Do they check it or do they carry on?
You are a complex interesting guy, Ron. Go easy on that Grand Marnier…just sayin’…
I often feel as though I am lumbering thru my days when my spirit so wants to fly!
You need Dumbo! He could fly 🙂
I love this intriguing little sequence of non sequiturs!
Maybe you imbibed just a little too much Grand Marnier…?
a unique 6WS post, but I love quirky…..is the elephant in the room?