Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Alas - poor Dwight - I did a bad thing and made him choke on his coffee this AM. He was perusing the morning paper (as opposed to reading it), surveying the apocalyptic headlines when he rather absent mindedly remarked that he "never can think of the name of the 4th horseman of the Apocalypse" and did I remember what came after disease, famine & war. My answer was immediate - of course - it's THE GOLDEN YEARS....


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