Kentucky Christmas: The boys and I are visiting my parents in Louisville this week. We'll go home before Christmas, but being here reminds me of what Christmas was like before I married Ben and became an upper Midwesterner. It's 50 degrees here. Yesterday we went to the zoo and it seemed like perfect outdoor weather to me, but my dad teased us about going outside when it's so "cold".
When I was in high school my English class was held in a trailer (until the fire dept. said that was hazardous). In the winter my early-morning class complained of the cold and Mr. Walsh told us we weren't cold we were just afraid of death. Your body can handle the cold but your brain is reminded of death, he said. I put on a scarf and adored Mr. Walsh. In my book, eccentricity is an essential element of good high school pedagogy.
I am eager to visit a bookstore this week, since Borders' bankruptcy means NOT ONE BOOKSTORE within 5 miles of my house. Grrr. Next time you go to the library, spend 5 minutes on It's A Book by Lane Smith. Here's a teaser, ironic edition:
Midday Clubbing: 120 Days’ 120 Days II
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