The thoughts expressed below, either mine or quoted, shall most likely verify the speculation that my ignorance is, and always has been, instantaneous. If you read something here and you think it's brilliant, think about it a little more. And, if you read something here and you think it's stupid, think about it a little less.
Monday, March 14, 2011
1963 - A Lot Of Fine Days
There were a lot of fine days in 1963. The finest was when I met my wife at a street dance and I've been dating her ever since. The only day that wasn't a fine day was Friday, November 22nd.
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