Thursday Island is situated in the Torres Strait between Australia's northernmost Cape York and New Guinea.

He's a man that needs a woman just like me.

York

This is Comfort Point.

You see the cape, there?

Kaena Point

Upolu Point

And there Cape Martin.

The ship sailed around the cape.

York Harding. The Dangers To Democracy.

The boat sailed around the promontory.

Splits his time between DC, Chicago and New York,

I do have a call in to a Sergeant York, but...

I need E.M.S. At the cemetery behind the 1600 block of York.

Bus accident, East 85th and York.

Cape Dezhnev is 30 miles south of the Arctic Circle.

It's the forever always on museum.

We got a home address on him.

Leave the bloody third force to Joe, forget York Harding, and go home with Phuong.

There a cape pushes out into the sea.

We could take a drive out to the Cape? We haven't done that for a while...

A whole YouTube channel of people submitting really interesting content.

Though it was the original, Amsterdam, and York, were beaten by New York.

I made myself perfect in the use of the Tartar war bow. Tartar which?

They call me the German Sergeant York.

So the world now is a map of connectivity.

Thanks very much. There's always lots more.

I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific.

York Harding prattles on about a third force in that book you carry around.

As far as I could make out, he was trying to get the cab chappie to switch from New

York Harding Dangers to Democracy. He put forward the idea of a third force...

FULLLER'S PROFANE AND HOLY STATE.

With worms that are thy chambermaids O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest

This is actually two of my favorites the pin board Thom Yorke and a LEGO Thom Yorke.

There Leviathan, Hugest of living creatures, in the deep Stretched like a promontory sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land and at his gills Draws in, and at his breath spouts out a sea.

After a year the ones from Japan are heading straight across the Pacific, while ours get caught in the California current and first head down to the latitude of Cabo San Lucas.

And that harpoon so like a corkscrew now was flung in Javan seas, and run away with by a whale, years afterwards slain off the Cape of Blanco.

Night had fallen, and I went out under this great overturned saltshaker of stars, and I could see the tail lights of cars disappearing around the headlands 12 miles to the south.

Already, by the first of September, I had seen two or three small maples turned scarlet across the pond, beneath where the white stems of three aspens diverged, at the point of a promontory, next the water.

Sharks used to come into the bay, and the fishermen would tie a net off the headland, string it out, an old Manila net, and as the shark came round, it would hit the net, the net would collapse on it.