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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
In the early 1970’s I was regularly ingesting pre-1962 Crayons as proven by the fact I find “flesh” vastly superior to “peach.”
The stilted yet somehow flowery prose of American inventor Samuel Morse is not easy to read and is often referred to by historians as The Remorse Code.
Perusing the aisles of his local used book store, Henry came upon the 1902 Perry, Iowa resident directory and was thrilled to no end to discover that the town, home to roughly 4,000, had just over 2,000 people who listed their occupation as either Engineer, Coal Shoveler, or Brakeman, and that the town even had its own college, offering study in a variety of fields including “the elocutionary arts.”
Back in 1928, no one questioned the cuteness of the Gerber baby, there was, however, a great national debate concerning the handsomeness of the thickly bearded Gillette baby.
There would be more rock & roll crows today if Dick Clark had hosted American Bandstand from an Iowa cornfield.
I will have a sex change and buy a horse to celebrate the centennial anniversary of “Two-Gun” Nan Aspinwall’s historic solo ride across America.
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