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.
As a child in parochial school, this was the worst week of the year. All of us knew how Jesus had entered Jerusalem on the back of a donkey ...
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