Of course, the feud’s origin dated back decades before the pillow incident.
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Suprise Me
Pillow Fight
Prompted By Family Feud
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Of course, the feud’s origin dated back decades before the pillow incident.
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Commenting Problems Update
Prompted By Procrastination
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Holidays Past and Now, Memories of Italian Songs
Prompted By Pandemic Holidays
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Each year, everyone complained that we were not spending enough time with them.
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Grandma’s Fan
Prompted By What I Own That's Older Than I Am
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Belle Potocsky Beckenstein was married in Bialystock, Lithuania (part of Imperial Russia) in 1902. She was quite lovely, though I have no photos of her from that exact date. I do have the fan she carried at her wedding. She brought it with her when she, my grandfather Samuel and their two small children fled…
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Midnight Train to Georgia
Prompted By Hello Darkness
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Risking covid to save the nation. Wish me luck!
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And That’s the Way It Is … Or Was
Prompted By Broadcast News
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My first memory of broadcast news is the image of my mother madly ironing while watching something on television that clearly angered her, the Army-McCarthy hearings. I was just a kid and thus she never explained to me why she kept watching this when it was clearly upsetting her. I guess my grandkids could wonder…
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The Lost Art of Customer Service
Prompted By Customer Service
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As sexist as it is, I do miss the old Marshall Field’s mantra, “Give the lady what she wants.”
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A Time For Greatness
Prompted By Memorabilia
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I was raised by a proud FDR Democrat, so it was only natural that I would become a liberal Democrat myself. Even at a young age, before I entirely understood politics, I was a Kennedy fan and supporter. (The title was his campaign slogan.) In elementary school, we came home for lunch. I remember watching…
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Suzanne — RetroFlash
Prompted By Chance Encounters
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I didn’t notice when Suzanne first showed up. We unloaded the stage, carried it into the theater, and assembled it behind the proscenium, a stage upon a stage. First came the wine barrels, then the interlocking frame, and finally the wooden platforms. We lashed the backdrop to the uprights and, with a shout from cast…
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Close The Door, Richard!
Prompted By Pet Peeves
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