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From whom much is given, much is required

Thanksgiving with the Bud. His digs have a striking view of the ocean, admired by many. Several of his friends, and a couple of mine, joined us for dinner. He’s not big on socializing. As we were putting dishes away in the kitchen, he said that he hoped they didn’t hang around all night. I asked him why, then, he always ends up playing host. He sighed. “The responsibility of the view,” he said.

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"What if I don't WANT to get a life?"

Bogglelogogenesis

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You’d think the skies over a metropolis like New York would have dozens of aircraft floating by at any given moment, on orderly tracks like those in science fiction movies depicting an agreeably urbanized future. When I lived in Manhattan, I’d look up occasionally and see some solitary plane fly by overhead once in a while. The sky is huge. I drive the Florida interior now and again, on back roads less traveled, en route to a city or remote state park. I was always amazed, especially during the height of the development frenzy, at how much undeveloped land I saw, vast stretches of subtropical topography that will probably be waterfront property some day. If you’ve played Boggle, you’ve come to realize that there are countless words that don’t exist, have never existed, but should by now. There’s a vast undeveloped philological world out there. Here are a few examples, along with their proposed meanings, each of which has been carefully verified for non- existence: ancid - beyond rancid...

Who's naughty or nice

I went to pick up a few things at the supermarket, eggs, Danish butter, a bag of  onions... the entrance doors parted and there on a dais, surrounded by twinkling Christmas trees, enthroned and merry, sat none other than Santa, Mrs. Claus, and a couple of elves. The costumes were outstanding. Santa waved. I waved back. “Have you been a good boy?” he said, ho, ho, ho. I told him that every so often an irresistible urge to behave comes over me. I try to resist, but usually end up giving in. “What fun is that?” said Santa. A right jolly old elf.

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