I dreamed I attended the gala Semicolon Ball at the Ducal Palace, where I danced the night away with John McIntyre
of the Baltimore Sun. John recalls the exhilaration that was National Grammar Day
The cheers of the crowds lining the streets at the parade still echo in one’s ears. It was a swirl of events, the hourly cannon fire salute from the Citadel, the Te Deum sung at the Cathedral, the torchlight procession and laying of a wreath at the Cenotaph of the Unknown Copy Editor, the fireworks display, the Semicolon Ball at the Ducal Palace, the governor’s generous clemency in releasing the detainees from the stockade at midnight. A glorious day.
I think it would be fun to dance the night away w/ John McIntyre.
(btw, have you read the last page of "The Wintersmith" by Terry Pratchett? You should, you "tricksie semicolon," you.)