Sooo, this week I remembered earlier in the day to buy my lottery ticket. It was around 6 in the late afternoon, and driving though my little town was quiet and peaceful. The lawns were all cut and neat. The lawnmowers quiet and put away. Saturday errands had all been run and the streets were…
Lotteryist Week 1
I know, I know – lotteryist isn’t a word. Yet. But if a person who plays the piano is a pianist, then I chose to call a person who plays the lottery a lotteryist. Who knows, it might catch on. First off the bat, I don’t really approve of the lottery as a means of…
Miriam E Costilow
When I was well-behaved, I was “Miriam Eddy”, said with a smile. When I WASN’T well-behaved, it was “Mir-I-am Ed-dy!” (which is the one I heard the most), said with a VERY distinct intonation. Mir-I-am Ed-dy! I had to be Miriam Eddy, because three generations lived in our house, and my mother was Miriam, of…