I have only a few personal holiday traditions and this is among them.
I had to wait a few minutes this year to let a columbia county snowplow turn around. He had really bright headlights and I just didn’t want all that visibility!
And gnomes, please return my vegetable peeler. No questions asked. Thank you.
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We who lived in the concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: The last of the human freedoms–to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
Will it become pies? So good however you make it.
tonight it was pureed and soon it will hopefully become soup.