I cared enough about you to read and reply.
This is far too cryptic for me to comprehend Mr Cork 
Surely it canāt mean that āCork has left the buildingā can it ???..
Yer not goinā away and never cominā back are yer ??? 
It may be that WE are going someplace!
I hope you arenāt leaving.
āJames
Crickett, here. Infrequent poster and long time lurker. I donāt know you but I have contemplated saying āgoodbyeā before. Talk to someone first, anyone. We appreciate having you around here. Sorry if I am completely missing the point of your message.
Are you feeling abused by the members of the forum?
You mean you were Suzanne Vega all along? Dale, please convince her to stay!
Corkās smiling about it. Iām guessing itās just a weekend trip. Hope so.
Doc
If it is a trip, weāre unlikely to hear from Cork for a while, but that doesnāt mean that we have to sit on our hands!
We ought to make up a story, different people contributing a line at a time. Corkās started the story. Doc has added a line. Now the rest of us can flesh it out! Iāll add the next.
He hopped on the 9:15 out of South Boston bound forā¦
āInto the woods,
Itās time to go,
I hate to leave,
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
Itās time, and so
I must begin my journey.ā
Too edgy for me. Iāll avoid this thread.
Interpol was on to him but he had a good two hour start.
tata
Heās gone off on his Staycation.
I canāt listen to Suzanne Vega (or watch her video that Cork linked to) without thinking of Christine Lavinās hilarious satiric song about her, āI Want to Be a Mysterious Womanā:
I want to be a mysterious woman
I want to write mysterious songs
I want everyone to wonder
what is she thinking about?
existentialism? nihilism? wrong
I am thinking about
defrosting my refrigerator
but I could get into mysterious mood
watch me ask the bartender
for a drink he cannot make
watch me order mysterious food
food even Julia Child
cannot pronounce right
from cookbooks that time has forgot
then maybe I will read
Crime and Punishment for fun
then again, maybe not
I want to be a mysterious woman
tantalize you with my come-hither stare
maybe it will work a little better
if you pretend Iām not wearing underwear
If you pretend I was never a Girl Scout
and I never learned how to twirl baton
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
I feel a mysterious song coming on
I think I hear I scream
I think I hear ice cream
melting all over
the rock hard bread
which is stuck to
the chicken parts
long since dead
theyāre in a cold box
within a cold box
within a warm box
(which is my room)
thereās a ceiling
thereās a floor
thereās a wall
thereās a window
look at the moon
itās a marble, itās a button
itās a sequin, itās a polkadot
stiched into the velvet sky
the pocket of Sir Lancelot
who is riding on Pegasus
who is fighting with the Pleiades
who is fighting Cassiopeia
who is fighting with Hercules
who is fighting with Betelguex
who is fighting with the Milky Way
that is stuck to the Birdās Eye Peas
that is stuck to the ice cube tray
that is stuck to the chicken parts
that is stuck to the rock-hard bread
hey, what am I doing here? I should be home defrosting my refrigerator instead
But I want to be a mysterious woman
I hate being so easy to read
hey, bartender, give me a light yeah, a Bud light
and a plate of pommes frites
is all I need.
Now we see why Cork left.
Hmm. Iām still left wondering if Cork is actually Suzanne Vega, where sheās going, for how long, the reason for her depature (fugitive / vacationing / therapy / b1tch-slap Christ1ne Lav1n), what flute she toots, and most importantly, whether she still trims her bangs with the aid of a ruler and an X-acto knife.
Corkās emoticon is about as mysterious as the Mona Lisa. Good one.
And I have some lovely handbaskets for travel.
Montana is lovely this time of year. Helena, that is ā¦