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I want what you're hiding, hiding out of frame
Today's moment of public service: explaining American dollar coins to a pair of confused young Canadians in Davis Station. Their fare vending machine had cashed out their change in a mix of Susan B. Anthonys and Sacagaweas. I was able to reassure them that the coins were real legal tender, after which they were fascinated. "You have dollar coins?" I felt useful.
I love the closing image of this interview of Jan Morris whistling "Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning." I learned that song from my grandparents. I never heard a recorded version until 2005.
Co-signed by Autolycus and Hestia: "Black cat bring good luck."
I love the closing image of this interview of Jan Morris whistling "Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning." I learned that song from my grandparents. I never heard a recorded version until 2005.
Co-signed by Autolycus and Hestia: "Black cat bring good luck."
Game-changer
Y’ know, that’s an intriguing idea: It’s human nature that you only hear about the failures (“Hey, y’all, watch this!”), and that’s why the black cat is said to bring bad luck. In reality the dice fall either way.