The Society of Dapper Fellows
Stories of the good men I know, and have known…
I saw a portrait of myself the other day, and hung a copy of it in my living room. I first met him on one of those rare occasions in when there is an off-the-cuff speech at a potluck dinner. New situations are accepted and yet met with skepticism. The continued meddlings of Mr. Dowdley, and the metric system.❡
Living Color
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Remembering Old Mr. Laser-Beams
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The Sound of Corn Growing
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The English Are Chased Out
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