the small town of Butters, Arkansas?
Believe it or not something similar has been done in 1907 and then 1912 and the records have been released in 2012 for the latter.
theay are at hand in the heatHow do ice cream shops survive when a single scoop with a cone costs more than buying the same ice cream from the store in a full container?
I’m sorry for your loss and his life ended this way. How awful.I don't know if I should talk about this but at the same time I think I really need that catharsis so here goes:
Yesterday I went to a funeral. The funeral of my best friend. He was not only the kindest man you'll ever meet, he also was a brilliant man. The kind of intellect that sometimes wins Nobel Prizes. Always getting the highest grades as a student he started doing research and he was very good at it and you could see that he was very happy doing it. Then we lost touch for a few years. That's when he got trapped in a terrible terrible marriage. His manipulative shrew of a wife forced him to leave his job and find one that was more lucrative that he hated (he told me so several times) still he could do it in his sleep and earned a fair amount of money had a house built to his specifications (even though he wasn't an architect but he was THAT brilliant) and the house was meant for a big family with plenty of kids and guest rooms for friends. My friend never got that chance, never got any kids. Instead, his good for nothing brother in law moved in as an untold permanent resident. He didn't always sleep there but he had his "things" in that room. The nicest guest room, of course!! He and my friend's wife kept torturing him mentally. day after day, after day, after day... until he hanged himself!!! And his "widow" showed up at his funeral with the man EVERYONE knows she was cheating on him with!!! I heard many synonyms of the word "whore" whispered all around while people were darting poisonous looks in her direction. My friend's house is too close to mine!!! Now it will be inhabited by the scum of the Earth who will never speak my friend's name, or if they do it will be to mock him! I'll sell my place and move somewhere else, FAR, as soon as possible. I don't even care if I get ripped in the deal!
Now if you'll excuse me. I need to find a place to weep.
Anyone else have little red number OCD with their apps?
Like, I can’t stand when there’s a little red 3 next to my messenger app or App Store. I have to make it go away.
Then I see someone else’s computer and their unread mail number is in five digits. (shudder)
This is very true.Have you noticed? The less you want to think about something, the more you think about it! The human mind seems sometimes to be devised as an instrument of torture.
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