I woke up and went upstairs to my computer and then I seemed to take a step backward in time. As I listen to the little birds across the street, it seems more common than it used to be.
My mother asked me to pick up a book she had reserved at the local branch of the Arlington Library. As a dutiful son, I walked that half mile to pick up the 15 pound book and brought it home, sort of under my arm. I mean that book was seriously heavy.
I'm actually an historian. I think you would enjoy any of these links, particularly the Bulwer-Lytton one. We remember him for his 'dark and stormy night' but there was so much more.
Lord Haw Haw
A women so cruel she named her son Evelyn