Last Tuesday’s adventure
I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
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I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
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I wrote about Heinz Gaugel, German artist by way of Holmes County, and his daughter and great-granddaughter showed up to leave a comment. I wrote about Anthony Kleem, painter of our favorite puzzles, and he stopped by the blog to say hello. At that point, I decided I would write only about people I admire.
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Confession: I kissed a frog once, for five dollars.* I thought it easy money, and I do still. If I had a lineup of frogs right here, right now—I’d kiss them all. One hundred bucks? That’s only twenty frogs. *Sadly, he did not turn into a prince. He turned into a frog.