In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t stoned, I swear, but I mean have you ever really looked at snow? I mean looked at it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that your yiddish lyric is different from his, but gave up on sorting through which is original. The one I’ve got isn’t the one Pete Seeger sings, that’s for sure.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have cried a bit. What? Nothing wrong with that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably have concocted some sort of metaphor. Rising to heaven with a string attached, something along those lines. Maybe next time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is also reminded of the Monty Python skit about the milkmen, of course.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not bring up the matter of actual House Rules, which could include increasing the Go money to $500 when the last property is sold, but that hasn’t been playtested yet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses over ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a little list, and will probably not be missed.