There’s a palpable sense that Britain was at its best back when people were living on rations, the era that had just come to a close when Coronation Street first went on the air.
An airport that lets you enter the United States before you geographically enter the United States.
But do I share in the idea of a one true “home”?
It’s funny, the cannabis industry folk here are always talking about “reducing stigma,” but I can often spot my fellow dudes who are also going to the weed store.
Caught constantly between my open wounds pressed against sharp edges and my peeling skin, and her open wounds pressed against sharp edges and her peeling skin.
The lineup for checkout stretches down the side aisles well toward the back of the store.
The parkette I have the fondest memory of doesn’t even have a name.
There isn’t a punchline, it’s simply what happened.
Whenever I told people that my great-grandmother taught him English, they would joke that she hadn’t done a very good job.