I’m thankful for my luck to have been born in an interesting time of change and of plenty, in this Western World. These are not good days for all, but they are still good days for us – and likely for all who can read these words today – and I am thankful.
Peace and order, restored. Or possibly rebooted.
We looked at each other, counted the number of girls in the house, gave a nod, and packed our overnight bags – by which I meant a change of clothes, and he meant his iPod.
Mark Twain once mentioned that stories requiring no embellishment or embroidery were very rarely worth the retelling, and while I cannot disagree with the great man in the general case, I find that his adage breaks down in the specific. To wit, evidence the email SOBUMD and I sent to the school of Number One […]
BOY? Did you just Rickroll me? Did you just sit there and Rickroll your own father?