Gimbling in the Wabe – That Which Passeth All Understanding

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Someone was shot in the alley on my block last Sunday.  He died of those gunshot wounds on Monday morning.  He lived five doors down from me. My daughter heard the shots; we were home at the time.  She thought it was just a car backfiring, since neither I nor the dog reacted.  She calmly [….]

Gimbling in the Wabe – More Than Words Can Say

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It was a Friday night, and the pizza was about ready to come out of the oven.  The Twins game was on TV.  I was sitting in my chair, computer on, trolling Facebook and working through a book review when my daughter looked up at the glass picture window behind me, and said, “Whoa.” We [….]