The sound of this lady yelling “PEAnuts!” in our section of the Vet is one of my earliest, most cherished memories. I’m delighted to hear she’s still going. www.inquirer.com/phillies/phi...
Cheryl Spielvogel has seen it all from the Vet to the Bank in her almost five decades on the job, and she’s never been shy sharing her opinions with players and managers.
No matter which one I take, the R5’s always silent on the way home. Everybody’s kind to each other and we all sit there in our tired little commuter bubbles. It’s actually really nice, but it’s also the reason why we all shat ourselves when that dude screamed HAAAAUUUUGH! at the top of his lungs.
Some guy on my very quiet train home scared himself awake with an actual blood-curdling scream, and I swear to god the white streak in my hair is even whiter now.
Just scrolled through my phone contacts and realized I have no idea who at least 65% of those people are.
I was just thinking about Fig yesterday! I hope she’s doing well.
Awwww, I'll go read to them!!!!
Aw, I love that! And the opal is a knockout.
Newsletter's out! Full of lovely, old things and a side note about a an inscription on a 17th century Spanish jug that made me snort tea up my nose:
And give me that armlet.
It really is. I wish I could see it in person.