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February 26, 2012
"You know, there really isn't all that much history,"
If you're talking only of civilization. Twelve thousand years ago, there was a wall of icethick enough to cover the highest mountain in Maine sitting where I am now. There's still a wall of ice outside my door, but it's on the porch roof and we don't trouble one another. My father was a WW II veteran, and his father was a WW I veteran, and the last veterans of the Civil War were wandering around, albeit rather slowly, less than a decade before I was born. -- Sippican Cottage: I Imagine She Smelled The Same The Day After As The Day Before
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 26, 2012 12:27 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.