A proponent of matronly wisdom and a combatant of hooligans and foolishness. Offering an eclectic collection of illustrated commentary and finding the humor in politics, religion, academics and other social constructs.
My dad refused to have trees on the property. “They make a great big mess.” However, my mom desperately wanted an orchard of fruit trees. To break him in slowly, she planted a lone apricot tree. Not too long after that, my Dad “accidentally” drove his car down the lawn and over the tree a few times. No apricots for us and no apricot mess for my dad.
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