07-10-2011, 05:55 PM
Per a discussion at a family lunch this afternoon (mom's birthday -- hooray, mom!) we were discussing some memories that we have that others won't. I know, I know, it is an on-going discussion and not at ll novel, but I do take some pleasure these days in old memories. I'm old now and reminiscing is one of the few pleasures that gets better with age.
First up: mimeographed hand-outs, Soylent Green, the big jet-collision above Moffet Field.
First up: mimeographed hand-outs, Soylent Green, the big jet-collision above Moffet Field.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.