Have you ever marched up to someone significant in your life, greeted them warmly, and had them struggle to remember who you are?
Hidden among the cobwebs in many family attics are the ghostly remains of Granpa and Granma's wild past.
In college, I had a professor who had his lecture notes bound in leather. Two things were unfortunate about this: first, the paper was plain yellow legal pad paper - not a very durable choice. But more importantly, he had decided that his lectures were immutable, perfect, and never needed changing.
Scent is a very personal thing; to some, the right scent is a melody of pleasure
Listening to Lucrezia, you'd learn that her family was a long line of scryers and clairvoyants.
" Blame it on, Caine. It's nobody's fault, but we need somebody to blame." So goes a line in one of my favorite songs.
If you asked him who among the fathers of modern con he most respected, he'd answer with no hesitation, Charles Ponzi.
Where does loving your inner child end and being puerile begin?
Before I tell you this story, I'd like you to promise not to turn me into the anthropology police.
Mostly I do not take chances with safety while carving, so the gouge took off a hunk of the eyeball on the eagle I was carving rather than a hunk of hand.