A day that sticks in my mental calendar as brightly as my birthday. Every September, for too many years to mention, I pause to think about a day that sticks in my mental calendar as brightly as my birthday. September 18.
So let's get back to our language rant. I recently wrote a column lamenting the proliferation of the "waiter's we," which is what I call the mysterious tendency of many waiters to address their patrons in the first person plural. How are we tonight?
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Some people like to watch. I have a more embarrassing admission. I prefer to re-watch.
I walked out of the office one afternoon last week and into a perfect found moment. Just off the sidewalk, a four-man band was playing the blues.