Recently at work I found this email in my spam folder. It was such a delight, I simply had to share it with you. I’m giving it to you intact, exactly as it came to me. Before you read it, I just want to point out how visually stunning this email is. With its random… Read More Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
He was a good man, was Dick Heinrich, He played a fine hand; he took many a trick. He never bid short when he should have bid long, He never lost his cool when his partner bid wrong. Every Tuesday night from six until nine The four met at Patty’s for cards and white wine.… Read More In Dick’s Memory, From the Tuesday Bridge Club
I was thinking about Beauty the other day — that’s Beauty with a capital B — when that Byron piece popped into my head: She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes… Read More Thoughts on Beauty, Pigeons, and Persian Cats
The woman with the most elegant home, Wins an all-paid vacation to the city of Rome. And the mother who births the smartest babies, Gets a brand-new, red, convertible Mercedes. And the woman who chants, “I’m so busy” the most, Gains the respect of all, on account of her boast. So for goodness sake, I… Read More Are You Keeping Score?
“Why are you so quiet?” A coworker asked the other day. “Talking is easy, just try it! Do you really have nothing to say?” “I’m sorry my silence offends you,” I carefully replied, “But you see, I’ve work to do, And my mind is occupied.” “Here, here,” my nemesis cried, “That’s no reason for restraint.… Read More Why Are You So Quiet?
