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Finding a few followers for spring
I’m sharing some of my mail:
Staten Island’s Marie: “When I was scared my swimming teacher allowed me to dive off the pool’s shallow end. And because of that only is exactly how I got my diploma. Ultimately I earned a master’s degree and nobody ever ever knew if not for her, I’d have even flunked out of high school.”
Handwritten, white stationery framed in crimson: “The time’s come that I now finally am totally and completely sick of seeing all these daily steady photos of naked women. Is there a reason why we cannot someday see some naked men? Only women? Let’s see naked men!”
Patricia from Jersey City: “After reading you steadily I already feel like we are friends from way back. What I am thinking is — really — that it would be nice if should just the two of us — together, alone — just you and me — we should have lunch at any place of your own choosing?”
Anonymous. Purple envelope. “Before the Alec Baldwin shooting, prop union members went on strike. As a longtime airline employee I have experienced union members who’d screw over their employers for not signing a new contract in timely fashion. I’ve seen cleaners delay cleaning a plane. And handlers defecate in luggage. In my mind this happened with disgruntled employees who wanted their contract signed.”
A collection of handwritten letters from Chuck: “Some interesting UFO information. 1. TheyFlyBlog.com. 2. Area 51 J-Rod videos on YouTube.”
Handwritten from Peter: “Would you sign my ‘Cindy and I’ book by Joey Adams?” Then, along with his cellphone quantity: “What I think is that you should write an autobiography,” then “But I usually don’t get postage mail. My mother’s roommate spies on me.”
There’s a crate of handwritten letters with inkblots — most suggesting I examine banking error complaints. Several start with “Dear Stupid.”
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Unsigned is ink handwriting on a greeting card that claims: “Lucky are kids are ones who got mad at their moms and then it’s maybe easier to let go. Love makes it impossible to ever let go.”
From a Howard Beach’s two-pager unfolding “The Battle of Long Island.” Excluding one fatmouth who thought I inched forward of her in a deli, I didn’t learn about any battle of Long Island. He wrote I ought to learn “Murder 1776.” OK. Soon as I end this I’ll rush out to get caught up with “why Gen. Howe took the flower of his army around the right flank.” I’ll ship a copy to Hegseth.
Classical appears to be like
I’m getting elegant. “Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Treasures from the Mozarteum Foundation of Salzburg” opens at Morgan Library on March 13.
The clavichord Mozart used to compose “The Magic Flute.” International Mozarteum Foundation Salzburg, Mozart Museums
A violin utilized by Mozart on show on the Morgan Library. Bibliotheca Mozartiana Internationale Stiftung Mozarteum
Mozart’s personal strolling follow an ivory sphinx. International Mozarteum Foundation Salzburg, Mozart Museums
Bringing objects from the Salzburg assortment throughout the Atlantic for the very first time. It will embody Mozart’s clavichord on which he composed “The Magic Flute.” Plus, please, have respect, there’s additionally his childhood violin and a strolling stick.
Listen, if you happen to can’t afford the time and freight to go — worry not. I’ll come to you and hum.
Spacing out
Reminding you again of “Project Hail Mary” with science trainer Ryan Gosling orbiting on a space mission. There’s an alien sidekick. The solar is setting. This is by some means inspiring. Ryan says, “If we don’t give up, miracles are possible.”
Yeah. OK. This massive hoo-hah shines in theaters the twentieth. Get your used space swimsuit back from the cleaners.
So, hear, concentrate. I’m supplying you with the financial advice I’ve simply been given and so I now really feel higher concerning the market. It’s all designed with a number of difficult investment targets. Big, massive plans for the following 5 years — like breaking even, nearly.
Only in Zero Crapdammy’s New York, children, solely in Zero Crapdammy’s New York.
