(Old Albany Post Road) is a dirt road and will forever be that way. There is an Old Road Society in town, and members are militant. Old Albany is their prized project.
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Dirt Road Rage
He Was the Egg Man
Throughout my childhood, Grampa Mike was always there : birthdays, holidays, ordinary days...and he used to show up with a flat of eggs and maybe some roses that were a little past their prime.
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Who Knew Kindergarten was So Hard?
I’m 66, so why do I still have so many vivid memories of Kindergarten? I remember things like wetting my pants because I was too afraid to leave my seat without permission. I remember a couple sympathetic room mothers offering me a Halloween costume since my mom hadn’t arranged for one. Being proud, stubborn and embarrassed, I refused. I survived but now knew my level of poverty was obvious to all.
Our kindergarten was strictly play time, singing songs and being read to. Not sure how I managed to rope him in but one little boy got stuck being my husband when playing house. No wonder when we got to high school he totally avoided me.
The Remarkable, Audacious Miss Jackson
Mame’s language ranges from bawdy to downright filthy to an ornate elegance that can entertain or intimidate. She adores words, and language has a cascading musical quality coming from her. A boring lecture doesn’t cause her to lose interest but rather “assassinates my enthusiasm.” And instead of saying “I’m full” following a heavy meal, Mame announces, “I’ve been gourmandizing myself for an hour and I’m fully saturated.”
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