Wednesday, August 1, 2007
First Post
Well ... uh ... hello. I feel as if I'm standing behind my mother's skirts on the first day of school and hoping the earth will just open up and swallow me whole -- that is to day, tongue-tied. But I'm sure I'll get over it. That first day of school happened so long ago (1951, to be exact) I'm not really sure it ever happened. More later. Call this a sound check.
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Dear Curmudgeon
If you don't mind I will vouch for the veracity of your familial recollections. Yes, the old man liked the role of curmudgeon almost as much as the role of drill sargeant. My favorite curmudgeon photo was taken at Capitol Island, where he peered at Carrie Page's camera with a curmudgeonly bare tolerance of mere mortals.
Bravo for posting your thoughts. Can you maintain it?
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