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My wife won’t let me run the washer, not even for my own clothes. She says that I won’t do it right. Tried arguing my point; didn’t work.
Day after day for years and years, Mr. Schulz gave us gentle humor that was sometimes heartwarming, other times slightly saddening, but always original. I don’t know how he did it.
One of my high school classmates – who was bright but not in honors classes – is now a multimillionaire, thanks to franchising quite a few BW3s, along with other enterprises. People who have enough guts to own their business always impress me.
Baseball is indeed a very traditional sport. Its greatest tradition is cheating.
I worked as a bartender/waiter while in college, and our lunch crowd frequently had some blue hairs. They weren’t cool, but they were nice and tipped well for good service. I made a lot more money from the older set than I ever did from the college and twenties crowd.
I’ve reading Tank for years, and I never got the news about Mr. Millar. Thanks for letting me know. It’s sad news, very sad.
Once again, Miller & Hinds think of a point that eluded me. Well done, boys.
I know what Arlo means – but on a different matter. Although I am only in my mid-sixties, I have begun to think in terms of “lasts.” I might now have my last car, we will soon move to our last house, I will soon retire from my last job (in about six years, actually), we have our last furniture, and so on.
Various sources have “dig that girl,” while others have “take that girl.”
Agreed. And I’m living one.