I thought of our dishwasher, born 26 years before we moved in. Just last week, it coughed up its last spume of water. It
I walk on moving floors with balance. I handstand in barrels. No puff of air lifts my skirt. I hit dunk tank bulls-eyes &
Clarette is prepared to be sawn in half. Every day of this magic tour and twice on Saturdays. There are so many children at