You can be the shoe, I’ll be the hat.
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.
Slide some oil to me, brother
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes how efficiently the free market allocates its resources, in a pig’s eye.
Book Report: The Thirty-Nine Steps (play)
In Which Your Humble Blogger may perhaps be starting on a new adventure, although perhaps not, and then of course it might snow.
Dow, dow, dow, down, doo-be-doo-wah
In Which Your Humble Blogger understands nothing about high finance, or low finance, or even medium-sized finance. Tempted to make a joke about how you can’t have ‘finance’ without a Nance, but.
Sanders, Clinton, King
In Which Your Humble Blogger learns something about the Montgomery Bus Boycott that probably other people knew already, but maybe not.
Book Report: Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
In Which Your Humble Blogger wears a totally different style of hat, not that rolled-crown homburg thing that he seems to like these days, and besides, back when I started wearing hats, he hadn’t started wearing them yet, so really, it’s him imitating me more than me him, right?
Cruz, Rubio, Trump
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not a betting man, but who am I kidding, I’ll put ten on Ted Cruz at six-to-five against, would consider a dollar on Trump at 12-to-1.
Open and yet somehow opaque
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses over ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
Cross-casting the day
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that an annual celebration of Three Queens Day would be pretty fabulous.
An Odd Question
In Which Your Humble Blogger in theory produces wheat on an 5 and an 8, and has three houses on Oriental Avenue, and also ten dollars behind the pass line.