Satire
Satie
Sartre
…
so very French
dated
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Satire
Satie
Sartre
…
so very French
dated
Not just musically speaking
4th CHORD
Stacked neatly
I’ve previously posted on the phenomenon of ghosts residing in homes in New England, especially, somehow, Maine.
In that vein, I’m surprised we haven’t sensed anything in the household, especially considering its age. Maybe Anna Baskerville’s good vibes should get some credit here.
But I have asked about a few of our neighbors, and they quickly told of theirs. I am surprised by the details, including a smell or two. Also, so far, they seem to be limited to one per house and do prefer to don dark clothing.
At least they seem to be benign, only sad.
Note to self: Keep asking around. It is a great conversation starter.
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Here are some related facts gleaned from Harper’s Index in recent years:
Bitchin’
Flute
Fries
Once upon a time, meaning not all that long ago, trying to track down ten more or less related facts impinging upon a particular topic would have required a very tedious amount of time in a library. Or may some more remote back office or agency, wherever.
Instead, thanks to the Internet, the list can be cobbled together within a few hours on a laptop.
It can seem like cheating or at least borderline plagiarism.
No guaranties on accuracy, either.
A shaved-head man
in a very dark navy-blue suit
resembled an undertaker
as he carried a deposit bag
to the bank.
Turned out to be an attorney.
Cruel
Duel