I know some facts. But what do they tell me?
Life is filled with mysteries. Why did that uncle kill himself? Why did that aunt seem to hate me so when I was a child? Sometimes the mystery is a person. Cousin Pickett, a standard fixture of my childhood, is a mystery to me, and the older I get the more mysterious I find him.
I know some facts. But what do they tell me?
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My late friend and boss from Columbia University Libraries, Bruce Langdon, was a fine cook. He once ventured the thought that the great American contribution to international cuisine was fast food. He loved fast food. He would have loved being in Alabama had he survived AIDS.
But I could have introduced him to more than that, much of which he would have enjoyed. |
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