Another successful find from my recent trip to Freebird Books has been an early edition of Lewis E. Lawes’ 1932 memoir, 20,000 Years in Sing Sing. I can’t get enough of that chummy, “let me give it to you straight, folks” style from autobiographies of the ‘twenties and ‘thirties. Those two decades are my favorite for both books and film, I think primarily because most writers at the time had either lived through the Victorian era or knew lots of people who did, and had a resulting “gee whiz, anything’s possible” perspective on human relationships, scientific progress, and criminal justice as a result. I will say that the copy I scored has unfortunately lost its dust jacket:
My microbiome is so bespoke at this point that my food tastes should be no one's guide. But "pepper on corn" opens my mind to all sorts of new possibilities. I will experiment.
Saw Guy consumes my waking thoughts. 6 (?!) small saws? How small exactly? Where were they? WHAT was the "fortunate circumstance" that led to their discovery? How many times do we think he WASN'T caught smuggling small saws?
After all the wonderful stuff in this post, the thing that stuck with me was, “Who puts PEPPER on corn on the cob?”
I put a little pepper on with my salt and butter! I think it’s nice!
My microbiome is so bespoke at this point that my food tastes should be no one's guide. But "pepper on corn" opens my mind to all sorts of new possibilities. I will experiment.
Saw Guy consumes my waking thoughts. 6 (?!) small saws? How small exactly? Where were they? WHAT was the "fortunate circumstance" that led to their discovery? How many times do we think he WASN'T caught smuggling small saws?