I picked up my friend at 2:30 and drove the ten or fifteen miles and . . . you guessed it: it was closed. No sign on the door, no note saying how sorry they were but they were closed on account of no one could work because everyone wanted to stay home and recite the Emanciation Proclamation followed by James Polk's inaugural address followed by Roosevelt's declaration of war followed by homilies about George Washington. No, they simply were not open.
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How frustrating!
Best wishes,
Laura
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Or something like that.
Saw your link to me on a Blog Jump post you did. I haven't dropped by here in a while, probably because your blog doesn't render well in Firefox (the words for the posts don't show up at all, actually). But that's no excuse!
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Which explains how Obama can get to where he is while saying nothing.
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