We All Have Hometown Appetites.

Never Grow A Wishbone, Daughter, Where You Backbone Ought To Be.

The Day Has The Color And The Sound Of Winter. Thoughts Turn To Chowder...chowder Breathes Reassurance. It Steams Consolation.

We All Have Hometown Appetites.

A Tiny Radish Of Passionate Scarlet, Tipped Modestly In White.

Beer Is The Danish National Drink, And The Danish National Weakness Is Another Beer.