In some duller areas of the universe, criticizing another’s hobby is itself a hobby.
There’s no need to remember your hat size, for one filter fits all.
One fellow, in noting what he calls, “the weirdness of words,” asks ain’t it strange that a “rude awakening” can be a civilizing influence. (Wonder if he’s ever considered it the other way around?)
It takes no exceptional talent to build bridges to where you’ve been, but to fashion spans to the future is another matter altogether.
Was talking to this little feller in the hesitant district of that other state, who told me that one of his favorite songs was, “Please Don’t Talk About Me When I’m Gone.” (Upon reflection, he did add that his absolute favorite was, “Please Don’t Talk About Me When I’m Here.”