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I long ago made peace with the fact that I live on a small island off the coast of America.
But I thought that when I watched that Fargo movie the funny way that people talked was just for comedic effect. Surely, folks didn’t actually speak that waym
After all the people on the Mary Tyler Moore show didn’t speak that way. And wasn’t Mary out in one of those square states kind of close to Canada? ( west of the Hudson, in the land of the buffalo)
But you learn something new everyday. . .“My crowS”? Not “my crow oh ess”, but “my crowS”?
People I know who have worked with MICROS think it’s quite appropriate that POS has two meanings.
Half an hour to get your toast. Not the best of service, I’m afraid.
Great minds think alike. I said the exact same thing to him after the recording session. But it’s worse than you stated: It’s half an hour to get unbuttered toast.
“He was so nervous you could hand him a ukulele and he could play it without a lesson.”
That is going into my mental treasury.
Thanks, James.
Why would I add extra syllables, though? You look at it, think, “plural of Micro,” which was a word you already knew. It’s like the name of a Greek Island. Looks like two syllables.
I miss Slats Grobnik.
Columnists I read faithfully:
San Francisco Chronicle:
Herb Caen
Jon Carroll
Tim Goodman (TV writer)
Scott Ostler
Chicago Tribune
Mike Royko
And I was a faithful Art Buchwald reader, bought his book collections and Irving’s Delight, a novel about a TV star like Morris the Cat
And you’re about the age Royko was when he died. Ain’t life something?
The Bobbed Hair Bandit operated in my old neighborhood Park Slope and environs all familiar street names , I cheated by reading the Wiki, I won’t mention it in the Bleat until it comes up.