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There is this Poe-like chill that creeps up on me like cheap underwear when confronting new technological toys. Even now, when translations have become more understandable, I dread reading manuals. Better to take ten times as long through trial and error - assuming I manage to avoid seeing smoke rise from the newest contraption before it blinks and goes black - then read the fucking manual. I have lost friends begging for help, a second and third time; I grovel; I try ingratiating, it's patheti… Continue

We didn't know POTUS was staying at the Beverly Hilton on Santa Monica Blvd; it was rush hours coming down the boulevard; sister Nancy was stopping and going; Shelagh and I - me riding shotgun for this last leg of the journey to West Hollywood Hills, where Uncle Dick and Aunt Ron reside si… Continue