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I got lots of thrift store saucers and salad plates, but dinner plates are mostly used restaurant ware, old melamine, and a stack of a dozen or so I call Fauxesta, because it kinda resembles Homer-Laughlin Fiesta but was only a buck apiece at the dollar store.
As to changing definitions …
“Hook up” used to have a somewhat more expansive definition. It meant a meeting of pretty much any sort — social, business, whatever.
Now I see and hear it used exclusively in reference to sexual encounters. So I no longer ask friends if they wish to hook up over...
I’m left supposing you have neither voicemail nor caller ID.
I get so many phone solicitations that I rarely answer calls if I don’t recognize the caller’s name and/or number. My voicemail “greeting” tells the caller exactly that, along with my assurance that if they have business with me and...
This famous image was created by Ed Ruscha in 1966. He made it in an edition of 50 and has produced other variations on it since. Three years ago I posted in this thread one of those variations, which my source indicated was from 1963, but other, apparently more reliable, sources say that was in...
The table is a gift from a junktique peddler I had done business with going back nearly 20 years. She hadn’t yet marked a price on it when I asked what she might want for it. “It’s yours,” she said, “take it.” That was more than a decade ago, maybe closer to a decade and a half. The tobacco...
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I once owned a ‘47 Dodge school bus. I had considered getting a double-decker to convert to living quarters — a “tiny house,” as it might be called today. (I know where one is parked, slowly succumbing to the elements.) But I won’t be doing that. I have no place to put it, nor the skills...
… you fail in your attempt to capture your cat to take the furry little ******* to the vet.
I confess that my plan wasn’t well thought-out. I let him see the cat carrier prior to closing off his escape routes. I flushed him out from under the bed but wasn’t quick enough to catch him before he...
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The guy I chased off today opened by saying “Are you the homeowner?”
It’s among the things that most annoy me, that asking who I am before identifying themselves. If the first thing out of a caller’s mouth is “Who’s this?” or “Is this Mr. Mispronouncedname?” I just hang up. You called...
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Oh yes, it certainly is. I taped a sign to the front door reading …
No solicitors, survey takers, political canvassers, religious proselytizers
My lovely missus asked that I take it down, as in her view it seemed beyond unfriendly.
Well, okay, but intruding on my domestic tranquility is...
This would seem clear enough, wouldn’t it?
I suppose it’s possible it was overlooked, but I think it likelier it was ignored.
Door-to-door soliciting is more annoying and intrusive than its cousin, telephone soliciting. When I become dictator, both will be capital offenses.
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It’s a handsome structure.
My brother worked in one of those “modern” Shell stations 50 or more years ago. He escaped an attempted robbery at gunpoint there as he was closing for the night. He had a bay door open while he was warming up his Vespa scooter when the gunman appeared and...
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I feared that. We’re at that age.
Most mornings I find myself reflecting on the people I’ve lost, and a month doesn’t go by without hearing that people with whom I have some association have either died or have a condition that likely will kill them within the foreseeable.
It leaves me...
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