“Memories, once fixed in words, are soon erased.”
Yes. God yes. I loved it when Kublai was goading Polo into describing Venice, and each time, no matter how hard the Emperor tried, Polo avoided losing his memories of his beloved city. Gutsy.
I’ve now been to TennTucky, and I somehow managed to go to a strawberry-less Strawberry Festival. Aunt B wouldn’t let me buy myself a hat to wear to The Party.
I am impressed by Ginger’s organizational skills. She keeps that office full of scruffy hippie lawyers nice and tidy. She must have Republican roots, you should have seen her operate the office shredder. A real pro.
I’m in possession of the world’s best pick-up line. I swear, it is the Mother of All Pick Up Lines. The bitch is, I’m too old to use it.
My kids like to blog. Kinda bittersweet for me.
Did anyone else out there know that there are no longer two spaces after a period? I’ll do it anyway, I’ve earned the right.
John Lamb is a hero of mine. Go read Hispanic Nashville today and see why.
