July is here, and it’s hot. Personally, I have never been hot. I was lukewarm in my youth, when I had a mustache and vaguely resembled Burt Reynolds.
ContinueWell, we’ve taken down the Maypole, eaten the last of our Mayflower-and-mayo sandwiches, washed them down with May wine, put away…
ContinueMay is almost gone, but I’m going to fire off a newsletter anyway. I’ve been slow to get this done because I’ve been preoccupied with…
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