While
taking my daily walk I was overcome by a desire for chocolate. The nearest
place to get a Hershey bar, or similar treat, was--I fondly thought--a liquor
store directly across from my apartment building. A teetotaler, I do not
usually patronize such establishments, but, visions of Milky Ways dancing in my
head, I boldly entered, and, making my way past the displays of potent
beverages stacked shoulder-high, located the counter and looked about for a
display of sweetmeats. I looked in vain. Upon my inquiry, the genial clerk
informed me that “liquor stores aren’t allowed to sell that sort of stuff”.
Feeling ignorant and vaguely embarrassed, I smiled weakly and departed.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
CANDY IS DANDY, BUT...
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Dear Mr. Libby:
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your well deserved retirement. I had you as my history teacher in 1978-79. I lived at Breck and Mr. Pierre LaPoint was our dorm master.
A wonderful time to live in a marvelous place. Thank you for your incredible wisdom and the beginning of my love of history.
Thank you! I'm glad that I did a good job in my first year of teaching. I too remember (Mark) LaPointe.
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