tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388911214526917517.post2063137249870755745..comments2023-11-07T03:45:07.400-05:00Comments on Sort Quench, & Dump: What is permissible? & Little Blue Book #556Christine Lehnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04103231336494365248noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388911214526917517.post-17444141807021392042010-04-09T01:48:41.262-04:002010-04-09T01:48:41.262-04:00Believe it or not -- and I know you will -- my dad...Believe it or not -- and I <i>know</i> you will -- my dad collected butterflies from childhood. And yes, he had a net. He had several nets. Long and short handled, some with canvas around the frame. Hand-made and -- yes! -- store-bought.<br /><br />When the McLaughlin family put out a cookbook, its cover was nice drawing of Grandmother and the ten brothers and sisters. Of course, my dad was behind the group, looking away, with binoculars around his neck and a net in mid-air.Diggitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16416825000872117152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388911214526917517.post-31334892390446833972010-04-08T09:31:50.588-04:002010-04-08T09:31:50.588-04:00I love this post--the lost, rabid skunk, the drug ...I love this post--the lost, rabid skunk, the drug dealer's pit bull, Emily Post's Blue Book of Social Usage (I once had a button as a teenager which said, "Emily Post Spits in the Shower!")<br /><br />Henry James once said that a writer is one "on whom nothing is lost." Nothing is lost on you, and your readers are ever so grateful!Rebecca Ricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14512227861190357879noreply@blogger.com