I have been accused of having a weird sense of humour. Sometimes it is weird in a good way, other times, well . . . . I think I get much of my odd sense of humour from my father. After all, he’s the one who told me that a good geologist never takes limestone for granite. He also, occasionally, got us in trouble with his sense of humour.
When my older sister was in kindergarten (Montgomery County, Maryland (back in the old days (so long ago that her birthday party was the first integrated birthday party anyone in Poolesville knew about))), her class studied nursery rhymes. Unfortunately, she had learned them from Dad first: Read the rest of this entry ?