Mitch Clarke's column
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Rain's been nice, but how 'bout some sun? I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, especially after all we went through the last few years. But what the heck. It is how I feel. I'm sick of the rain. |
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Breaking the codes about how we dress My grandmother used to always laugh when we went to a restaurant that had one of those signs on the door that said, "No shirt, no shoes, no service." "One of these days," she always threatened, "I’m going to come in here without my pants." |
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Just don’t bury me with a stranger For many years, my mother, bless her heart, has instructed my brother and me on exactly what we’re supposed to do when she’s no longer with us. |
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No help needed in the men’s room Driving back from Nashville last weekend, we stopped for gas at one of those big truck stops on the interstate. A "travel plaza" they call it these days. |
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But, like, it is just so annoying So, you know, I hope you enjoy today’s little effort because, like, I’m going to write about the way, you know, young people talk these days. |
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Don’t get too down on ol’ Chris Five hundred seventeen years ago, after he sailed the ocean blue, Christopher Columbus discovered America — or so said the history textbooks of my childhood. |
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Fighting a cold needs soup and sympathy For two of the last three weekends, I've traveled somewhere by airplane. And for two of the last three weekends, I've ended up with a cold. I'm not really surprised that I got sick on an airplane. It probably happens a lot. You're in a confined space with a lot of people, and you can bet that at least one of them is going to be sick. |
