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Bookworm Free

I read a lot, think a little, and now and then write down a few things.

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  1. about 3 hours ago on Prickly City

    It has been suggested that I’m older than a few rocks in these parts. However, I cannot make that claim myself since I don’t know their birthdays. ;-)

  2. about 3 hours ago on Tom Stiglich

    I’m not sure. But I had the pleasure of seeing Waylon and Madam live once. Madame was telling a story about her friend, Maude, who had a much, much younger paramour. And Madame commented that at Maude’s age, the exertion and excitement could be dangerous, even fatal. To which, according to Madame, Maude replied, “Well, what the H—-! If he dies, he dies!”

  3. about 8 hours ago on Prickly City

    I suppose I’d better add, us “lefties” as in those of us with a dominant left-hand.

  4. about 8 hours ago on Prickly City

    LOL. Well, I survived – and it was a long time ago. I take a bit of pleasure in pondering that if there is anything to this left-brain, right-brain business, then us lefties are the only people on the planet in our “right” minds.

  5. about 10 hours ago on Lio

    Note to Self: At next cookout, do not ask Lio to “lend a hand.”

    It was a hand; some menu.

    (Okay, I’m done now; about medium rare.)

  6. about 10 hours ago on Tom Toles

    What are these “details” you speak of?

  7. about 10 hours ago on Tom Toles

    Well, yes. But this is Amerika! /s

  8. about 10 hours ago on Tom Stiglich

    Certainly not “intentionally.” But to paraphrase the late Waylon Flowers (of Waylon and Madame fame), “If he dies, he dies.” /s

  9. about 10 hours ago on Baby Trump

    “I always want to tell the truth. When I can, I tell the truth.” We’ve just never found out the “When I can” part.

    June 2, 2018: https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-46061646

  10. about 20 hours ago on Prickly City

    They were pretty popular (girls with pigtails) back in the day. And, No. I only dipped the pen nibs. Besides, most of the girls were smart enough to not let their hair hang behind them when sitting in front of a boy.