The title of this blog was once overheard on an Amtrak train going upstate, theatrically spoken by an older NPR-tote-bag type, her voice fairly quivering with self-satisfied pretension and pomposity as she pointed out to her husband the river we could all see for ourselves—if not, perhaps, in quite the same majestic and appreciative light as her.
This blog is going to be me pointing out things in a similar manner. It will happen randomly and rarely. If you subscribe you will know about it. Please feel free to play the part of the good husband, dutifully murmuring your acknowledgment and assent and then later staring hard into the mirror of the train's tiny bathroom before finally saying, in a low voice so as to not be overheard, "Shut up... will you just shut up, damn you!"
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