You don’t know about me, without you have read a bit of this here blog, but that ain’t no matter. The blog was written by me, and I told the truth, mainly. There was things which I stretched, but mainly I told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied, one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe the Long-Suffering Wife of Your Humble Narrator. Mark Twain pulled that off for the entire length of Huckleberry Finn. I managed a paragraph…well, truth be … [Read more...] about Master of Dialect
Measuring out my life with coffee spoons ...and books
