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Train Diaries, Day 3.
I am yet again marveling at how willing, even eager, people are to tell their stories. There’s a sense of occasion on a train. Everyone ...
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I’m coming out today as a church lady. I know - sodowdy! I’ve been a Unitiarian Universalist my whole life, and deeply involved in my... -
Aries (3/21 – 4/19) : People have been remarking lately on the fact that I only have an inside voice, and am not capable of shouting. (D... -
Twelve years ago, when Bush was re-elected, I felt sad. The nation seemed to have nonchalantly accepted being at war. We knew by then t...
Good god. Oh for the days when we were all united in a common cause and could feel good about cooking bacon and saving the grease.
ReplyDeleteI never, ever, realized this was done during the war. Thanks for the enlightenment and entertainment! We saved bacon grease at home because we didn't have money to spare for "new" grease. My parents both have clogged arteries and high blood pressure. Unrelated, I'm sure. In spite of that, my son's reaction is just like Pluto's was, when he smells bacon cooking!
ReplyDeleteHoly shit. Who knew.
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