November 4, 2005 @ 5:28 am | Filed under: Books
Fiction is like a spider’s web,
attached ever so lightly perhaps,
but still attached to life at all four corners.
E. B. White, Blogger?
How Radio Helped a Garden Grow
Today is the Feast of St. Patrick
“Only grownups would say boots were for keeping feet dry…”
Fascinating Live and Dead Things