Tyrants don’t speak aspirationally, they do not speak hopefully, they don’t say “wouldn’t it be wonderful if.” They bark orders, and woe to him or her who doesn’t carry them out.
Tyrants don’t speak aspirationally, they do not speak hopefully, they don’t say “wouldn’t it be wonderful if.” They bark orders, and woe to him or her who doesn’t carry them out.
It is a sad state of affairs that all anyone is talking about this summer is traffic.
We were in Massachusetts this week so my daughter could try out for a lacrosse club team based within striking distance of her boarding school.
It is a cliché that middle-aged Americans like me should indulge in nostalgia for the lost years of banana-seat bicycles and 10 speeds, but they did carry us far and they did provide us with a bliss of freedom completely unknown to my children’s generation.
In the context of the way so many of us live our lives, not taking a break for something pleasurable is just business as usual.
So much of our time, especially in the summer, is taken up with running into proof positive that strangers are total idiots.
Pretty much everything that makes life worth living has been axed in the Wainscott School District as the result of two budget turndowns.
It is my opinion that so long as they are fed, their tank is relatively clean, and they are around some kind of action for entertainment, goldfish become part of the family.
Sag Harbor’s Jordan’s Run is always worth it. Just don’t miss the ceremonies.
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