I'm still much too upset over the butchers, the bakers, and the candlestick makers
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at December 14, 2016 7:40 PM MST
Interesting, like what we can imagine a discussion between individuals of a race of machines built by machines but handicapped by the memory of what built them lost.
This post was edited by O-uknow at December 14, 2016 8:06 PM MST
Wasn't around but methink many did cry for the end of the old ways of doing things. We are the children of the victors so we have not compassion for the would be children of the vanquished. Not to say we should not.
Am I the only one who knows "cry for" means "scream at?" The "ice man" came through the neighborhood every few days delivering blocks of ice. We always had a refrigerator though. But they would throw small pieces of ice out for us and we loved it. We would run down the road chasing the truck and they would keep throwing ice bits for us. As a young adult, my neighbor who was about 90 years old remember our neighborhood with dirt "highways" (all roads were called highways then) and horse/carriages. She talked about the ice truck pulled by horses right up to our doors. My house was built around 1900 and had the pole to tie a horse out at the front of the house. I hated to leave there but when I'm in town I always drive by and have a look. We moved from there in 1981.
WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH 