That seems an odd place for an American actress to have spent her last years. Anyone know why?
My great-grandfather left that area to emigrate to the U.S. in 1859 arriving about two months shy of his 18th birthday.
Only the one in the middle is the star, and, strictly speaking, if you look closely, you'll see even more mariachis in big hats strolling and playing guitars, etc.
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Maybe he's upped his game in the recent past, but I had two deeply unsatisfactory experiences with Casey about five years ago.
I can recommend Panama Bob for reasonably-priced Ecuadorian straw hats. He can have them blocked in South America, or if you prefer a higher-grade finishing, get the...
You still find them in airports, some train stations, there's one in the Nordstrom's department store near where I live, and I know of one in a retail corridor of a commercial office building complex in an area of Arlington, Virginia near the Reagan National Airport.
Shoe leather did not...
As bad as that is, there are TWO sizes of "venti", one for hot (20 oz.) and one for iced (24 oz.). So when I order, I always say "a 20 oz. caramel macchiato". Then when the "barrista" asks, "Hot or cold?" I point out that there is only one 20 oz., and that's the hot one.
You may want to re-think that "wouldn't have the pollution" idea. I ride my bicycle on a mixed-use trail (walking, skating, biking, and, in some spots, equestrians). It's easy to know when you have been preceded by an over-privileged adolescent girl on her horse.
Another name for these is "correspondent", but that has nothing to do with newspaper reporters. The sort of correspondent here is a sort of gigolo, hired to provide a grounds for divorce at a time when the only grounds admissible were adultery. These were snappy dressers, for the most part...
The Passage of Power, by Robert Caro, is the fourth, and final volume of his biography of Lyndon Johnson. Caro is a meticulous and thorough researcher. Unlike may biographies, this is no hagiography, nor is it a hatchet job. Caro can tell a story, he's a great writer.
I'll go out on a limb and say that nothing has any intrinsic value. Something has value to a person under specific circumstances. A bar of gold on a desert island versus a sandwich, for example, has no value if you haven't had anything to eat for a week
Last week was the 100th anniversary of my father's birth. I'm not much on judging the age of small children, but I figure he must have been about four years old in this picture.
Do you suppose that the unabbreviated version was, "likely to have died"? It seems more plausible that the speakers were describing their state of shock rather than their wish to join their ancestors.
Well, here's one which cannot disappear soon enough. People thirty or more years younger than I am have a verbal tick which drives me crazy. That is, they interject "like" every few words while speaking. It serves only as a replacement for "uuuh" or "ummm" while the speaker gathers his or her...
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