Apple - check. Ditto, small white handkerchief. The year is 1973, and I'm a newly minted college grad, about to embark on what will turn out to be a lifetime effort to meditate successfully. The apple and hankie we were told to bring with us to the lesson. This will be their last appearance in …
Month: October 2022
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Yep, I'm a real human being, churning out words to amuse myself and maybe even you too. But sometimes I wish In could just turn over this wordsmithing to someone else. Because sometimes I am just too damn tired. Since such a someone else does not exist, I'll do the next best thing. I will …
Cuppency. Gynecup. Guppen. Pencey (surely that’s a word now).
And these, ladies and gents, are some of the daily determinants of my mental acuity. In other words, the New York Times Spelling Bee puzzle. But first, I feel compelled to treat (subject?) you to the last batch of France pictures, specifically of the aptly named Nice and nearby Vence. Promenade des Anglais, the place …
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