Really, this is the magpie? I could picture such ditch and dumpster divers making a sound like fingernails upchucking on chalkboard. I envision them in the mismatched Technicolor feathers of a fashion disaster. …
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From the category archives:
A New Ambivalence
Perhaps sometimes “all who wander are not lost.” I wander and I get lost. I have an awful sense of direction. For my hiking skill award as a young boy scout (I suppose it’s past the statute of limitations to admit this now), I got lost …
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Let’s journey to the heady days of the 14th century, back when thrifty meant thriving. Back then, if memory serves, “prosperity” might have been defined as not being among the one in three Europeans who died of plague.
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