Today I went to a meeting. I drove almost an hour and a half
to get to a two hour meeting of an organization that does not exist. (While it’s
also true that I spent most of the afternoon shopping with no money, as well,
in an unanticipated exercise in further irony, this is a wholly separate story
involving Trader Joe’s, a fire alarm, and free cookies.)
Why did I do this? (Not ‘why did I eat the free cookies’
[technically just one, really]—get out of the parentheses, and out of the
brackets, too, for that matter.) Why did I go to this meeting? Community.
This is not about to be a speech. I’m not getting up on my
soapbox.
Anyway, it’s a book.
And I don’t have a soapbox, either.
And why a soapbox, really? Don’t other things come in boxes?
Why didn’t holier-than-thou lecturers ever decide to stand on lima bean crates,
or thread bins? Yes, every Student of English as a Second or Foreign Language
ever, the English language is fascinatingly distracting and question-provoking.
Ahem.
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