Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and now today. Five days in a row I'm working at the Inn on the 3 to 11 PM shift. This weekend the Inn was totally full due to a wedding. Weddings are always fun. Normally I work two days a week (part-time Ron I thought). Mondays and Thursdays 3 pm to 11 pm. Occasionally I will work every other weekend, once during the day shift and once during the evening shift to give the full time front desk clerks at least one weekend a month off. However, Monica's son was involved in the local baseball playoffs so she asked me to take her shifts. I'm always glad to accommodate but I have to say, working five days straight at the Inn, with all it's demands and responsibilities has left me exhausted. It is a good way to lose weight. When one works the front desk at any hotel, inn, or bed and breakfast one doesn't have time to eat. Also, one really doesn't have time to go to the bathroom, but that's another whole story which I may or may not go into in a future blog posting. Suffice it to say, I'm looking forward to this last night of manning the front desk and then having a whole SEVEN DAYS off. Guaranteed I will luxuriate in the freedom of a whole seven days. It will be just like a vacation of yore when I used to toil full-time. See you all tomorrow!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
From a couple of days ago, a video of mama bluebird chasing away a robin that got to close to her baby bluebird. Granted, this isn't a National Geographic quality video of bird behavior but it does capture the action. I checked the bluebird box today and it is still empty. I'll leave the neat bluebird nest in case the mama bluebird decides to hatch another brood. Right now, she has to get this batch off and flying. I haven't seen any baby bluebirds out in the backyard today. Hopefully all have made it safely into their new world with the knowledge that they will always have a home in my backyard.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Do something nice for yourself today. Pick one little
trivial, insignificant thing that you would normally get
very upset about, and just let it go.
Save your self the frustration, the aggravation, and the wasted
time of worry and fretting about something that doesn't really
matter anyway. Simply have the grace to let it go.
It could be an insult or a criticism from someone else. Instead
of defending yourself against it or striking back, just let it
go and let its negative influence on you quietly dissolve into
Or it could be some little something that you've decided is
very annoying to you. Instead of putting your energy into being
annoyed, choose to ignore it and put your efforts into something
more positive, productive and genuinely enjoyable.
Think for a moment about how utterly ridiculous it is for you
to let the little things get you down. Give yourself and your
world the priceless gift of your own vibrant life by rising
happily above these petty, insignificant little annoyances.
This morning, after breakfast, I worked in my garden. The warm, early morning sunshine basked my shoulders in its warmth. The cheerful chatter of the birds accompanied me as I pulled Devil Grass from my raised planter containers that line by backyard. I replaced the water in my five bird baths. After about an hour and a half of work that wasn't micromanaged or criticized, I returned to my house and took a shower. I turned my computer on (first time since yesterday morning), checked my stock portfolio (which hit another new low yesterday - is this country going to hell in a hand basket or what?) and checked my backed up e-mails. I won't have a chance to respond to any e-mails until tomorrow at the earliest and then I'm not even sure. I may need more time in my garden to get me out of this funk I'm in. That's why I have my garden. It is the one place where I can escape from the world and all its vagaries, unfairness, and cruelty. To quote Ralph Marston again:
"Give yourself and your world the priceless gift of your own vibrant life by rising happily above those petty, insignificant little annoyances."
Friday, June 27, 2008
After a busy night at the Inn last night, and a early morning shopping trip to the Super Walmart in Milford this morning, I thought to make a quick check on the bluebird house. I thought they might be ready to pop the house. Well, the house is empty. They're out! The house contained five serious and quiet baby bluebirds. As I looked around the backyard I could hear mama (or papa) bluebird chirping insistently. Then I spotted what all the chirping was about. One lone baby bluebird was clinging to one of the stakes which is tied to one of my skimpy holly trees. Apparently this was the only baby bluebird not quite ready to go off into the wild blue yonder (or wherever baby bluebirds go when they leave their nest.) I've posted a short video I took of mama bluebird chasing away an errant robin who happen to fly too close to her baby. I'm glad these bluebirds are not wimpy. This will be a short posting. Last night was very stressful. I've been asked to work the next two nights. Hopefully, I'll find enough time to keep my daily blog updates going. An update, my video hasn't finished processing so I'll include a picture of the empty bluebird box instead in this blog posting. In my next posting I'll include the video of the mama bluebird dive bombing the robin who got too close to the baby bluebird clinging to the stake. I have to get ready for work now!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
This morning I talked to my Mom. She tentatively agreed to come and visit me and Bill sometime in August. This will be good for her. The visit will give her something to look forward to as well as giving my brother Isaac a "break" (as she refers to it). She is concerned about leaving her two cats but my brother loves cats and will take very good care of them. Of course Molly and Rusty will miss Mom, but they will have to give her a "break" too. As delightful and loyal as they are, they can be quite demanding. We have a room for her here in our Delaware home. My brother John also has a room for her. In fact, he has a whole mother-in-law apartment for her at his home in Greenville, South Carolina. We have both agreed that we would go up to Pennsylvania, pick her up and take her back home. Chauffeured by the sons! What more could a Mom ask? We would both love having her visit. It would also be a treat for us. Now I just have to get a TV in her room so she can watch "The Price Is Right."
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Just as the sunset at the end of Oyster Rocks Road last night was a beautiful and peaceful moment; the sun that washed over the walkway this morning to my house also had its own beauty.The impatiens that line the walkway invited a plethora of insects to their early morning meal. Feeling the warmth of the morning sun on my arms, I decided to record this moment with my digital camera. Summer, fall, winter, and spring. I value and appreciate all the seasons of my home in Delaware. My partner Bill was told by a neighbor this morning that the development we now live in used to be a horse pasture prior to Ryan Homes developing it into the community of Covington Chase. That was news to me. I assumed this area east of Route One was a farm field, as is so many other recent developments in this area of southern coastal Delaware. He told me that the elderly lady who owned it could no longer manage the upkeep of the horses and pasture. A few months ago, I received a comment on my blog from a reader gently chastising me and others like me for moving to Delaware and thus, in his opinion, changing the rural nature of Sussex County. What kind of defense do I offer to such an accusation? One thing I could say is if I didn't move here, someone else would. Development cannot be stopped. However, it can be controlled. I believe there is a balance between development and maintaining the unique quality of whatever area that is being developed. Sussex County has always been a farming and chicken production county. The eastern shore that borders the Delaware Bay (bordered by Cape Henlopen) and the Atlantic Ocean has been a tourist destination for many years by the inhabitants of Washington D.C., Maryland, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Virginia. In recent years development has accelerated. The recent housing downtown has slowed down development. However, development will continue. Retirees like me, who are escaping the high taxes of adjoining states and are seeking a low maintenance lifestyle with a milder climate, will continue to buy and build houses in and near the coast of Sussex County. To those native Delaware residents who view this immigration with concern and trepidation, do not fear. I have a nest of bluebird babies in my backyard bluebird house who are just about to enter this new world. My neighbors have a new batch of barn swallows to are testing their wings each day before they leave their nest above my neighbor's front door. Honey bees are very busy with my flower garden and bird baths that border my back yard. They have accepted us as the new neighbors in their neighborhood. I eat out at least twice a week at restaurants, thus contributing to the livelihood of those working at those eateries. Almost daily, I shop at the local supermarkets thus also contributing to the livelihood of those who work for the supermarkets. And, last but certainly not least, I think I'm keeping a local nursery in business ( I spend LOT OF MONEY at this nursery). Ah yes, there are native Delawareans who are happy to see me come through the door. On warm summer mornings such as today, I am so thankful to be alive and enjoying the serenity and peacefulness of my new home in Delaware.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The road off of Route One leads into my development is Oyster Rocks Road. The first left off of Oyster Rocks Road is Whitehall Drive. My house is located on the left, just before the curve to the cul de sac. If you do not make a left but continue directly on Oyster Rocks Road, it will dead end into wetlands which is bordered by a canal. Past the canal are more wetlands then the Delaware Bay. This is another unexpected treasure that I discovered after I moved into this Ryan Homes development called Covington Chase. I love sunsets. That was perhaps the deciding factor for me in in buying the lot where I built my house. Prior to moving to Delaware, I lived in a house located in the middle of 7 acres of a wooded hillside in East Brandywine Township, Pennsylvania. As much as I loved the woods, after twenty-five years it was time for me to move to a location where I could see a sunset unencumbered by trees and hills. The first time I saw this lot was at the end of the day as the sun was setting. The beautiful sunset that evening sold the property to me. After moving in, I decided to see where Oyster Rocks Road ended. An interesting fact about the Delmarva peninsula, where I live, is that if you drive far enough east you end up in water and drive far enough west you will also hit water. I have water on both sides of me. I've always wanted to live near the water and in a house where I could view the setting sun. I feel very fortunate that I have accomplished that goal. This evening I drove the two miles down Oyster Rocks Road to the canal that snakes through the wetlands to capture today's sunset on my digital camera. The video in this blog is of the sun setting on the wetlands this evening. A lone bird sings its woeful end of the day song. At this time, at this day, and this place there is peace.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy.
They just promised it would be worth it.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The Determined Sparrow nest is empty. They're out! I hear the new young'uns loudly chirping in my neighbor's Leyland Cypress trees that border the now empty sparrow nest. Yesterday I cleaned out the nesting material and gave the birdhouse a good scrub. I kept the door opened the rest of the afternoon so the cedar wood could dry out. The blue bird nest is still occupied, although getting more crowded each day. Mom and Pop bluebird can't get in the house now to feed their young, they have to perch on the opening outside and put their beak holding the latest morsel through the round hole opening in the bird house. As the picture shows, the baby bluebirds' feathers are starting to take a blue hue. They are so quiet, unlike the baby sparrows who were vociferous whenever I touched their birdhouse, thinking I was their parents with more food for their ever expanding appetites. Occasionally I see an inquisitive grackle perched on top of the bluebird house, but they are quickly dive bombed and chased away by Mom and Pop bluebird. I'm surprised at how slow the baby bluebirds are developing compared to the baby sparrows. I think that the baby bluebirds were born first. It took only a week or ten days for the baby sparrows to go from five brown speckled eggs to five more Determined Sparrows unleashed upon the world. Ironically, the bluebird house in between these other two bird houses, has remained unoccupied during this whole raising of new baby birds. It was my intention to create a backyard habitate when I moved in here in November of 2006 and I must say I am pleased with the progress that has been made. My backyard has robins, catbirds, barn swallows, Purple Martins, sparrows, bluebirds, and even a visit the other day by a group of golden finches (who were probably en route to another destination and just stopped by for a quick pick-me-up of a bath in one of my five bird baths and a tasting of my many seeded plants). On the periphery of my property I have let the grass go to seed. The sight of the gently waving grain reminds me of what our country's Great American Prairie must have looked like before the White Man; during his great move westward, killed all the Buffalo and changed our country's once vast grasslands to settlements and ranch land for cattle and sheep. In this one small, less than an acre plot in Sussex County, I have created a little bit of heaven for some of nature's creatures. One surprise guest that is making the most use of my flowers and bird baths are the honey bees. I don't know where they're coming from but they are almost always at my bird baths, taking a sip of water or on the many flowering plants I have that border my back yard. Im going out now and refresh the birdbaths and check on the progress of the baby blue birds. I hope they don't grow so much that they get stuck in their bird box.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
As the sun set on another day, the view from the cornfield adjoining my backyard showed an azure sky. Since I returned from my visit to my Mom in Pennsylvania, it has been a hectic few days. While I like to make daily entries to this blog, it has been difficult to say the least. The first problem was with my HP Photosmart All-In-One printer, scanner, copier. I wanted to scan the picture of me with my Mom taken in 1949. This was the picture featured in my previous blog. I tried to scan the picture, nothing. I called the help line of HP. That was a mistake. I obviously got someone from Mumbai, India. I couldn't understand her, and she couldn't understand me. After 35 minutes, and a rapidly developing headache on my part, I terminated the conversation. I put a call into My Computer Guy. This was Monday. He said he could come over yesterday, which he did first thing in the morning. Well, the problem was more serious than we thought. Registry problems again. He spent the morning here fixing the problem. I scanned the picture. Posted the picture to my blog entry and then I retreated to my backyard to check on the progress of the Determined Sparrows (coming along fine thank you - ready to pop their nest) and the baby bluebirds (coming along more slowly but coming along nonetheless). This morning Bill and I decide to go down to Loew's to purchase additional deck furniture. We found out that the two chairs we have just don't accommodate the frequent guests we have visiting us on our deck. Well, as is usual, we had problem finding even a salesperson to help us purchase the deck chairs. The morning was shot. I was shot. I came back, had lunch then took a nap. About 2:30 Bill is banging on my door. He said the Inn was calling. WHAT? Am I supposed to be on today? OH NO! Another Senior Moment! I was supposed to go to a training session 2 PM to 3 PM. Quickly, I picked up the phone and called Mike (my manager) and told him I would be right away. No excuses this time. Of course I am now officially an Old Codger who FORGETS. Once is bad enough, but now TWICE. Nothing was said about my forgetfulness. No teasing this time. Uh oh. Oh well. Returning home, Bill had assembled the chairs. Neither one of them works. The one doesn't swivel and the other, he can't even put on its pedestal. Okay. A $325 purchase and neither one of them works. Back to Loew's tomorrow. Looks like I'll be a day late in my blog posting again. I'm also scheduled to work tomorrow afternoon. I hope I remember that. This is Wednesday night and I did remember I was to meet my friends Bob C. and Harvey at Zorba's for dinner. Priorities. After dinner I returned home and was greeted by the beautiful azure sky pictured in this blog. Thus another day ends. All is peaceful here in my little patch of land east of Route 1 in Sussex County, Delaware with the Milton address. I'm going to bed now.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
People die everyday. Famous people die everyday. Sometimes the death is sudden and unexpected. That is not unusual. However, every now and then the person who dies impacts you in a personal way. Such a death happened today. Tim Russert, the newsman and moderator of "Meet The Press" since 1991, died today. He collapsed and died while working in MSNBC's Washington studios. I'm watching live coverage now of his death. His MSNBC collegues are sharing their memories of Tim. I don't know of anyone who disliked Tim. Tim was everyone's dad. He will be missed.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
(1. Greek Mythology Of, relating to, or characteristic of Athena.
2. Of, relating to, or characterized by wisdom or study.
[From Latin Palladius, from Greek Palladios, from Pallas, Pallad-, Pallas Athena.]
Now I'm really getting spooked. Did he just step off of a space ship? Was I looking at another E.T. standing unsteadily in front of me? I have met all types of people during the five years I've worked in the hospitality industry but this was the first time I've ever met a Palladian. He looked at me for a few seconds through his black eyes. I could not see his pupils. He must have sense my unease because he said "I am legally blind. I can see better with my glasses." He then took out a small pair of very dark sunglasses and put them on. Now he did look like one of those giant insect eyed space alien type creatures that landed in Roswell, Texas. I could still smell the faint odor of sweat from his body. He extended his hand over the front desk counter towards me. I extended my hand to him. He have me a warm and firm handshake that seemed to exude his goodwill towards me. His handshake was not one of those bone crushing handshakes that are all too common in our male dominated society. He held my hand a few seconds longer than is probably the social norm. He smiled at me, then released my hand. He turned around and walked down the short corridor to the hotel lobby. He left me wondering "What was that all about?" Then I heard a muffled yelp. I thought "What now?" He came back that same corridor to the front desk and looked down on the floor. I leaned over the counter to see what he was looking at. It was his backpack. I said to him "You forgot your backpack." He looked up at me and with a peaceful smile on his face said "No, there was a reason I forgot it." He pulled up his backpack from the floor and positioned it in front of me. He asked me to read what was written on it. "MOD - Grateful Dead". What in the world? This is getting spookier and spookier. I asked him what that meant. He said "Mark Oliver Dun - Grateful Dead." Mark Oliver Dunn was his name and the Grateful Dead his favorite musical group. He looked into my eyes and said "We all die and come back again." Was I looking at Jerry Garcia's reincarnation? In an attempt to bring the conversation back down to earth I said "Janis Joplin was one of my favorite singers and she died at the age of 27, the same age as I was at that time." Knowingly, he smiled. He hoisted his backpack on his back and extended his hand again to me. I gave him my hand and again, he gave me a firm warm handshake but this time he stroked the top of my hand with his other hand a few times. Then he turned and walked away again through the hotel corridor and lobby and out the front door. For a few moments I stood thinking, trying to sort out what I had just experienced. Working at the front desk of a hotel, I get many requests for information and help. Sometimes a guest will thank me but, usually, they quickly leave the front desk to go about their business. I don't usually get the kind of response that I got last night from "MOD". In fact, I have never gotten that kind of response before in my five years of working a hotel front desk. After a few minutes I went upstairs to the fourth floor to look out the window on the square in order to see his "breakdown." He told Sarah on the phone that he would be in the Gazebo on the square waiting for her. There was no sign of him in the square. Several hours later, when I finished my shift, I walked through the square to the gazebo just to make sure he wasn't still waiting for Sarah. He wasn't there. The gazebo was empty. I don't know where he came from and I don't know where he went. However, one thing I do know, he saw right through me.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
When we last left my friends, the Determined Sparrows, he and she won when I left them build their nest in one of the six Purple Martin birdhouse apartments. I don't know the status of their nest but I do know that the Purple Martins have occupied the other five apartment and are conducting business as usual. The sparrows fly up to their Purple Martin house nest all day, oblivious to their chirping neighbors, the Purple Martins. As I had mentioned in earlier blog postings, I have three blue bird houses that border my backyard. One of the bluebird houses is occupied by bluebirds and contains five bluebird eggs. The bluebird house in between, has a half finished nest that's been at that status for about three weeks. The remaining bluebird house has a five freshly hatched baby sparrows. Those are the baby sparrows pictured in this blog. I've also included a picture of the bluebird house which they occupy. I briefly opened the bird house to make sure the sparrows were still alive. A few days ago we had a ferocious thunderstorm blow through here in the late afternoon. During an earlier nor'easter, earlier occupants of this same birdhouse were drowned. They were only a few days away from leaving their nest when they died. These days there is a lot of activity in my back yard. The Purple Martins, swallows, sparrows, grackles, bluebirds, and robins. Even a noisey catbird made an appearance this morning. The Word must be out, the Tipton backyard is the place to be. The grasses and plants attract insects which in turn attract the birds to this Garden of Eden. The four birdbaths are in almost continuous use by all the birds. I thank my friends who read my previous blogs and urged me to keep my backyard open to all. That I have done after waging a losing battle trying to keep the sparrows out of the birdhouses they desired. Having done so, I see now that my feathered friends seem to have sorted things out themselves. Good show.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Forty years ago tomorrow Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated in the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, California. I remember where I was when I heard the unbelievable news. I was working as a campaign worker for the RFK campaign in center city Philadelphia. His was the first and last political campaign I ever worked for. It was unusual for me to be working for a political campaign, let alone a Democratic candidate. I was a registered Republican and worked at Girard Bank, which was right across the street from the Kennedy Philadelphia campaign headquarters. Back in the Sixties, working at a large conservative Philadelphia bank, to volunteer for a Democratic candidate was not the normal thing for a bank employee to do. I talked my good friend Alice into also volunteering her time to work with me on the Kennedy campaign for president. I became a Kennedy supporter after I saw the Kennedy Magic up close during a motorcade he had been in some weeks before down Chesnut Street. Alice and I work on the fourth floor offices of Girard Bank located at the corner of Chesnut and Broad Street in center city Philadelphia. We had seen many political candidates parade and hold rallies near our bank. However, when the Robert F. Kennedy motorcade went down Chesnut Street, we witnessed something we had never seen before, pure magic. The hysteria, and unbridled joy of hope that here was a man to continue the Kennedy legacy and bring an end to the war in Vietnam. While I disliked the Vietnam protesters as much as anyone else, I did not believe in the continuation of the war in Vietnam. Why were we there? The Domino Theory? Our involvement in this war just didn't make sense to me. What also didn't make sense was the unending slaughter of our best and brightest. Today, forty years later, we are in much the same situation as we were forty years ago. We're in a war for which there is no clear reason. Our best and brightest are being killed and maimed for life. For what reason? To spread democracy? Or are we there to save face for a failed presidency? George Bush and Lyndon Johnson both got their presidencies mired in quagmire of a war that could not be won. They both appear to value saving face more than the lives of innocent Americans and the unfortunate civilians of the country that they chose to have war. Forty years later, we again have a young man on the horizon who is offering new hope for a way out of the mess we're in now. Like Bobby Kennedy, Barrack Obama is accused of lacking experience and is being demonized by those who oppose him. Like Bobby Kennedy, Barrack Obama's goal is to bring all of us together. To listen to Barrack Obama, I again feel that liberating feeling throughout my body when I first felt when I heard Bobby Kennedy speak. Like Bobby Kennedy, Barrack hits all the marks. What he says seems so right. To see in those crowds, the impossibly wide smiling faces of young people that greet Barrack Obama, I am again reminded of that day on Chesnut Street when I saw Bobby Kennedy mobbed by adoring throngs, grasping at his legs, standing on top of a car that slowly made it's way down Chesnut Street clogged with cheering admirers. Never had I experienced that feeling before in my life. That image of him, his legs being held steady by aids, as he attempted to bend and shake the hands of the adoring throngs, is forever seared in my memory. I've never seen anything like that until now. While I have not personally been to one of Barrack Obama's rallies, what I see on TV reminds me of the pure, unbridled joy that so many, young and old, are experiencing again. It is called hope. It is time for a change. When I renewed this blog some months ago with a new focus, "Retired In Delaware", I intentionally left politics out of it. However, I can't let this moment go by. Forty years ago we had the opportunity to change for a better life. We lost that opportunity because of a deranged individual with his own agenda. Hopefully, this time, Providence will look kindly upon us and grant this country a chance to redeem itself. Remember and honor the legacy of Robert F. Kennedy. To quote the last part of Robert F. Kennedy's speech at Indianapolis on the day of Martin Luther King's assassination:
"But the vast majority of white people and the vast majority of black people in this country want to live together, want to improve the quality of our life, and want justice for all human beings that abide in our land.
"Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.
"Let us dedicate ourselves to that, and say a prayer for our country and for our people. Thank you very much."
Robert F. Kennedy, April 4, 1968, Indianapolis, Indiana
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
On this perfect day I decided to take Bill for a visit to Fort Miles on the tip of Cape Henlopen, Delaware. We lived in center city Philadelphia for eleven years and not once did we visit Independence Hall or the other historic landmarks associated with the early history of America. I didn't want to repeat that mistake again. Our home on the eastern shore of Delaware, is only about three miles from Cape Henlopen, Delaware. At the bed and breakfast where I work in Lewes, I frequently recommend Cape Henlopen as a must see local tourist attraction. Yet, I haven't visited this beautiful resource myself. Today that changed. My first visit actually was last Saturday. I had time to kill before I attended a beach wedding a mile down the road from Cape Henlopen. Cape Henlopen was just a short drive away so I took the trip, almost my default. What a pleasant surprise. Again, as has happened so often in my life, I have found that the treasures are hidden. Cape Henlopen is a beautiful park. At the tip of the cape is the old military base Fort Miles. Fort Miles was the military installation during World War II that was put in place to protect the ports of Wilmington and Philadelphia. To walk those windswept acres is to go back in history at a time when our country was facing a serious threat from an enemy overseas. If there was an invasion of our shore, it probably would have been at Cape Henlopen. Thank goodness no blood was spilled on these shores. The view from the tip of the Cape is awe inspiring. The best things in life are indeed free.
Some see gossip as trivial, hurtful and socially and/or intellectually unproductive. The Bahá'í Faith, for instance, refers to gossip as backbiting, and condemns and prohibits the practice, viewing it as a cause of disunity.
Some people view gossip as a lighthearted way of spreading information.
In a more sinister interpretation, restrictions on gossip could potentially paralyse the free flow of information and enforce straight-jacketed thinking and censorship in a community. The term "gossip" typically labels discussion the speaker disapproves of ("I discuss, you speculate, he gossips"). Compare freedom of speech
Monday, June 02, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
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