constantly confronted
In Which Your Humble Blogger still wonders what it’s like in that alternate universe, the one where Abe Ribicoff wins the 1952 election for Senate.
Book Report: Castle in the Air
In Which Your Humble Blogger has, in practical terms, less than a week now to finish up.
Say, Say, What does this say?
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In Which Your Humble Blogger can read big words, too, like Constantinople and Timbuktu.
No Book Report
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants those damned kids to get back on his lawn, already. Where the hell are they? Humph.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 16
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In Which Your Humble Blogger worries at the verse until it has meaning.
Book Report: Sailing to Sarantium
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to follow advice, but is as grateful as if I did.
Carols and Lessons and Lessons and Carols
In Which Your Humble Blogger speaks of what he does not know, although I can hum along pretty well, and prefer it in Latin, anyway.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse fifteen: the aftermath
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In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps picking at the scab.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 15: the details
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes down the checklist.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 15: Chappy Chanukkah
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In Which the verse is all about Your Humble Blogger. Again.