Message #297154

[franksolich]

As I had not yet seen enough of Belfast to suit me, the next afternoon, I went to the bus station, to purchase a ticket there.

The agent said it was not possible, unless one were actually a resident of the city, as travel there was highly restricted and there were already credible speculations of martial law being imposed.

I remembered I had the letter from the captain of the Royal Marines; surely that would get me there.

I looked in my bag; oops, the letter wasn't there.

Perhaps in all his agitation, the colonel had absent-mindedly forgotten to give it back to me, I figured. 

Excresence happens, and so reluctantly I headed south.

the end; I just buried the dead bird under two feet of Nebraska soil, where even the cat William can't dig it up