A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.
One hot summer growing up-they were all hot in Edwardsville,IL. Mom couldn't stand it and had someone go into the attic ?Paul? to get Grandma's fan. Grandpa Carl bought it for Fanny the year betsy was born. What a great old westinghouse fan.Quiet,heavy and better than anything now.It ran there,on top of the refrigerator, forever.meg
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