Spitball Army

She does love old movies, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when she said “basil” as if it were cast in a Sherlock Holmes film.

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Do-rag-wearing huckster to me at gas station: “Hey, Boss-man!” I think: You’re perpetuating a Black stereotype that thousands have died while attempting to eliminate. But I don’t say it. Instead, I post it on my blog.

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Please excuse me and forgive me for such a short letter Darling.

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1965. We nab sweet snacks from the kumquat tree and honeysuckle vine on the way inside for a dinner of fish sticks and Jell-O.

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This card pictures “the romantic colorful pageant ‘Wings of a Century'” at the 1933 World’s Fair held in Chicago, Illinois.

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Mimosas line the Southern highway off-ramp, pink and green preppy parasols nodding to the traffic. There’s not a college for miles.

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Darling, I just can’t tell you how much I miss you. I only wish that I was back in England so I could have you with me again.

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You’ll be better off, she said. Turn that down, she said. It’s the same every time, she said. Don’t mix beer and wine, she said.

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Listening 101: As she hands me my sandwich – ordered as “no ketchup, please” – she asks me, “Would you like ketchup with that?”

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Darling I received two letters from you to-day one this morning and I also got the “Yank” & the two “Life” books and then I got the second letter when I came off duty at four.

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