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Me: Well, I've a two talented kids; the younger said, 'Stop with the lectures.' Then asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's a great idea, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
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Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College Valedictorian - 1970; known endeavor: actuarial contributions to The Donald; since has contacted me and sadly is quite ill. Ask prayers for recovery; thanks for his brilliance and music.
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May 24, 2009
8:57am
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Life and Works of Confucius (1687)History, Uncommon Sense You just can’t deny the Confusii truths like ‘Man who sleep on hill, not on level.’ Hearing that in my youth may have confus ed me to believe in funny stuff: Eee Dot Gee Dot while milking Bubbles, our Holstein cow, for my 6th and 7th grade years, I fondly remembered: ‘Cow who jump over barbed wire fence meet udder destruction’; but that was in my head. My dad particularly was humored when he brought a visitor, Eye Dot Eee my sister’s date (she being 6 years older). My inqueerie ’ What do think, is this a girl or a boy cow?’, it was their looking down on me on my three legged stool, and my looking up to them that such a perverse Confusi on could be broached and some polite laughter and a quick retreat. In retrospect, it was my brother who wanted the cow, and it was my sister who did nothing for the animals around the house … and I got stuckwith the work, filtered the milk, bottled it and went around and sold it to some neighbors. Yeah, but I got all the profit, and now still have my Popeye forearms. I cleared that f’n’ barbed wire, in my mind.
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