I had a red cardigan in high school. It would be untruthful to say I looked cool. Or hot. Because I don’t really know.
[“Circa 1965; the man doesn’t lie”: photo of photo GAH]
I was gifted another while in my forties. I wore it once or twice only.
It got more wear from my brother-in-law. Whenever he visited (before I insulated the house) he always asked for it, and I think he owns it now - and I don’t want it back.
As well, though I wrote a short (but brilliant) post entitled ‘Iceberg B17B is going rogue faster than Sarah Palin’ I will never purchase her book.
[“You decide. Cool, warm, hot, neutral”: photo GAH]
Though an iceberg from the Ross Ice Shelf that has travelled about 4,500 kms in the last ten years - all by its lonesome - is definitely a bit of a rogue, Sarah Palin has nothing to say to me.
Sorry, Sarah. I’d rather plug an iceberg than buy your book. That’s all I can say.
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If you bought the book, that’s OK.
I just think the story told by iceberg B17B about global warming is more important.
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