This week I was going to write about stupid people commenting on things in general and Facebook in particular, but it has been so hot this week that I decided to write about something more pleasant. Besides, stupid people commenting will always be with us, so there’s no great hurry to write about them 😉 .
Loyal Reader, this week I will write about one of the best days of my life, last Tuesday, and a joyful time with my dear aunt Louise.
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My last column touched on the process of getting Internet and cable access at Chez Montreuil. As a lot happened after my press deadline, I decided this week to fill in the blanks for you, Loyal Reader.
“Write about whatever you want to write about!” That simple sentence launched my tenure with “Don’t Believe A Word I Say” and got me started on this great journey. As I have written several times, I have always been in awe of the high standard of writing on this blog, and I still have a hard time believing my good luck.
I can’t believe that it’s been 30 years since my Dad passed. Let me share some of my personal randomly shuffled memories, as well as a few anecdotes that I learned second hand, at a temporal distance from when they occurred. I now bitterly regret not asking him more questions, not finding out more about the man who was my father, so the following is, in some cases, ” as far as I know.”.
It seemed like it took a week to do so, but the email finally loaded 😉.
Subject : Tova Feldschuh
Message: I miss you. Could we meet for coffee?
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