Most likely the bones in Ben’s basement were from dissections done by a friend of his. "The most plausible explanation is not mass murder, but an anatomy school run by Benjamin Franklin’s young friend and protege, William Hewson. He had been a pupil of the most brilliant anatomist of the day, William Hunter, but the two fell out and Hewson started his own anatomy school – at the home of his mother-in-law Margaret Stephenson, just off the Strand, where Benjamin Franklin was also a lodger for 16 years. " — the Guardian 11 Aug 2003https://www.theguardian.com/world/2003/aug/11/usa.past
Learned that song on Doctor Demento’s radio show.
I learned to change a tire and my oil at the same time I learned to drive. A mechanic who went to my church gave a class one weekend; one of the best things I ever attended.
When I can no longer change a tire, I’ll be getting a little of my money’s worth out of my AAA account.
I take it by that, HH, that you not only shave your pits, you blow dry them as well??
As the fellow says (minus the hiccups): if you go through Dijon, go drink at the fountain
Our favorite pumpkin farm is, fortunately, still far enough out in the country they haven’t built around it (and also close to a national forest.) I think the owners also make enough money to keep growing pumpkins, having the hay rides, and all the other goodies they grow there (even in a pandemic year, during the week, it was so crowded my mother and I declined to stop in.)
Waste not, want not.
Yes — every development in my area is named for what the developer destroyed. My favorite one is P*st Farm (name kept back for family privacy) — Huge, expensive clutter houses built on what used to actually be part of the P*st’s family land. The other is “Oak Grove Preserve” where not a single oak was preserved.
They were of a different era. Though I think you’re right — they’d probably fit right in here.