Monthly Archives: December 2012

The miracle of the season

‘Tis not the season to be sarcastic. I’m still hoping Santa will bring one of those “National Sarcasm Society: Like we need your support” T-shirts. But I’m not writing a satirical list of dream gifts for politicians or anything like that. There is a time to demolish rubbish and a time to stop and breathe deeply and smell the roses or, in this case the pine needles, and be glad we have noses.

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Papa’s polydactyl pet peeve

A house in Key West is the Hemingway Home & Museum because it is where Ernest Hemingway lived in the 1930s when he was often drunk and wrote books of short words. And the captain of a ship gave the writer of spare prose a cat of spare toes and bureaucrats worry about its many-toed descendants and that is the government in action.

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