tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post5171333889840058956..comments2024-02-02T19:40:16.372-08:00Comments on me and you and ellie: albuquerque was a turqueyMe, You, or Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-81485928914020090852018-03-25T19:50:27.555-07:002018-03-25T19:50:27.555-07:00What a quirky -- nay, an Albuquerquirky place. I r...What a quirky -- nay, an Albuquerquirky place. I remember that freezing night and that warm campground bathroom, too, although I don't remember Albuquerque much, either, even with my lotta-loops around this country of ours with the Schleckah. What I *do* know is that I do *not* know the Albuquerque Turquey song. But every time *I* hear the word Albuquerque -- which *is* endlessly fun to spell, as I am illustrating -- I hear . . . <br /><br /><i>Point me ... eee ... in the direction of Albuquerque ... eee ...eee ... I wanna go home-ome ... please help me get ho-ho-home.</i><br /><br />Welcome home!!<br />xoxoxo<br />EllieMe, You, or Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.com