Words can make things so hard.
And don't get me started on π.
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
When I was a wee slip of a lad, my Mom's Mom gifted me a cocker spaniel, Sandy. As I recall Mom's telling of the story, the first th...
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