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I just used “kvetching dreck” in a sentence.
A real first for me.
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I just used “kvetching dreck” in a sentence.
A real first for me.
My father’s last cogent words to me were: “We must forgive other people their foibles.” It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving, November 27, 1994. Jesse and I were about to leave for Newark Airport to return to our home in Portland, OR.... Continue →