It was six years ago, and my mate, Pink, had just been told he was going to die. He accepted the news with a grace I can only marvel at, but he said he’d a list of things he’d still like to do.
We sat in a pub one night and read it over. Eight things? Four months? Ok. Deal.
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my favorite English teacher just finished her PhD and celebrated by having a “year of reading frivolously,” and frankly I think we could all use a year of frivolous reading
kinda crazy the next generation will be full of people with names like Nayvie, Willow, Asher, Finley, Braylynn, etc. eventually Jessica will be the new Barbara. Tyler will be the new Ronald. someone will have a grandma named Mikayla