On the eighteenth of this month we’re heading for the part of the world once referred to as the Romantic Road—Germany (Bavaria) Austria and Switzerland.
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When I was a kid we had a big lawn and the cheapest lawnmower on the block. ..our lawnmower was always covered in rust and when pushed shrieked like a banshee in heat.
In 1962 when I was ten, a shopping center had opened a few blocks away and a local newspaper had announced that today the Wienermobile would arrive for the grand opening.
Suddenly a voice from above thundered down upon us. “Deceiving your parents is a sin. Go home, all of you!”… “God, is that You?” I shouted.
I never became a lawyer, but I did fall in love with Della Street. It seemed to me that Della was the perfect woman. Day or night, she was forever doing whatever Perry asked…
Consider the life of Borax magnate Stephen Mather. Never heard of him? His overriding goal was to preserve and protect samples of the American wilderness for future generations.
I’m amazed at how good-looking everyone was back in the day. Sure, the fashions and hairstyles are a bit peculiar by modern standards, but that’s to be expected.
We finally made it to the pyramid, where ancient astronomers were able to study the stars, and Mayan kings were able to flaunt their supremacy by rising above the trees to see the horizon.
So recognizable is this statue that most people ignore its disproportional elements. The head is large for the body, as are the hands, but many people have commented on one aspect of this statue—David’s penis.
The other day I tromped downstairs for my morning cup of coffee. Beside our Keurig was the plastic container of coffee creamer, with a mere dribble inside. A newly opened container was beside it.