Ditto. Still gun-metal green.
So, who do I slip a tenner to fix the broken foglight on my car when you next reassemble it? I promise I’ll act as if I hadn’t noticed anything.
It could be a tumor.
It’s nudda toomurr
I went on an Alaska cruise last week, during which I read Heinlein’s “Job: a Comedy of Justice” (one of his best!). Two days after my return I was in a car with my sister in law, a Catholic nun visiting from the the Philippines. The conversation somehow turned to the number of stars on the US flag. I said there are 50, but she was dead certain the number was 54. She was even willing to bet on it (a Catholic nun!)
I was having some doubts about reality until I consulted Wikipedia. Of course another shift may have happened during the intervening time.
This volitional hopes the gods never take a serious interest in him.
I had a false memory of meeting my daughter’s boyfriend. Turns out he didn’t come with her however many years ago that visit was. I’ve just been reading about him in her letters and seeing pictures of him for ten years. On the other hand, she doesn’t remember that trip and says she hasn’t been here since she was 15. I have pictures of the visit but there’s no date on the prints like they used to do.