I cannot lift my left arm, my neck creaks at odd angles, my eyes are foggy and tearing, my right hand shakes, and my feet are swollen. Perfect! So I’ll be ready to sit all day at my desk reading.
Continue reading “Is that Burton I See Before Me?”They Had To Be White Chickens?
A few hundred-thousand years ago one fast talking knuckle dragger rose up before the campfire and convinced his hairy warriors that their incredibly cruel and gruesome neighbors must be crushed beneath their huaraches lest all known civilization be destroyed.
Continue reading “They Had To Be White Chickens?”Cutting the Cord
Up until I was about ten years old, I only watched television on a small circular black and white screen when visiting my grandparents. Daytime TV was East-Coast-Yesterday since the kinescopes were flown across the country for showing the next day in California. The early shows were as much as three hours long, hosted by Arlene Francis or Gary Moore. Nighttime TV was more local although often dominated by a full night of wrestling or boxing. Then there were the 15-minute shows—Korla Pandit, Liberace, Liltin’ Martha Tilton. My favorite being Time for Beany.
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A Celebration of Reading 