tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687347459208158501.post7740522807167990945..comments2024-03-28T14:47:11.132-04:00Comments on The Philosopher's Stone: ANOTHER STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANERobert Paul Wolffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11970360952872431856noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687347459208158501.post-30122695396507508122020-08-21T08:47:54.258-04:002020-08-21T08:47:54.258-04:00"Send me money".
My parents printed a..."Send me money". <br /><br />My parents printed and bound all of the emails (and, I think, the actual letters - I tried to send at least one a month) that I sent them when I was in the Peace Corps in Russia, and gave me a copy of it. I don't think I asked them to send me money, exactly, that many times, but it is a bit embarrassing how often I was asking them to do some petty task, or to buy and send me something. The stuff of great literature they were not. <br /><br />Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01446428606119200980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687347459208158501.post-47068042049537022862020-08-19T17:15:07.293-04:002020-08-19T17:15:07.293-04:00This is totally off topic, but in glancing at NYR ...This is totally off topic, but in glancing at NYR Daily (the NY Review of Books' blog-like site) earlier today, I ran across a harrowing first-person account of the Beirut blast and aftermath. It's recent, so if you go to NYR Daily and scroll down a bit, you will see it.LFChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13551197682770555147noreply@blogger.com