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There Are Online Forms You Can Fill Out To Send To Your Lawmakers, Demanding That Nothing - Nothing At All Or In Any Way - Be Done About Any Guns Whatever, Anywhere.

All Three Of My Parents - I Also Had A Stepmother - Were Teachers, And My Dad Taught High School, And As He Always Reminded Me When I Was Going To Spend Some Money On Something, 'your Mother And I, In The Depression, Had To Decide Whether To Spend A Dime On A Loaf Of Bread Or If We Could Go To A Movie With It.'

It Takes A Certain Amount Of Guts To Go To Your Class Reunions.

Radio, Which Was A Much Better Medium Than Television Will Ever Be, Was Easy And Pleasant To Listen To. Your Mind Filled Automatically With Images.

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'