The Wormlips Scrapbook

Today I was talking to my Russian friend who referred to her mother as “elderly.” My Russian friend is the age of my children, so I thought perhaps her mother had given birth at age fifty-five. —“How old is your mother?” I inquired. —”Fifty-five,” she answered. I let out a howl because my feelings were [...]

In the SIT library (where, theoretically, there is no talking) I heard a guy loudly announce to the person at the reception desk: “I finally pulled the trigger and asked her to marry me.” (I hope she lived long enough to reply.)

Here’s the late John Hartford singing the Lord’s Prayer (after a fashion). To entertain your eyes while you’re listening, here’s something Yo-Nenny e-mailed me in 2003. [Audio clip: view full post to listen]