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Cowboy Acrobats

 

Fred, I am on a train outside Buffalo, returning from my triumphant tour of Toronto. In a small junk yard, 32 broken cars face the same way. (West.) Before, in Niagara Falls, Canada, we passed the Barely Legal Niteclub. Travel is so unsettling—like being robbed at knifepoint. But also,

it is enjoyable.
Like being robbed at knifepoint by a nun.
What a beautiful flat brown river!
The woman in the seat in front of me reads “Hillary Swank’s Do’s And Don’t’s” (an article in some magazine). From now on, I will only follow Hillary Swank’s Do’s And Don’t’s—not the antiquated 10 Commandments (if I can just find the article, somehow)!
Peace,
Sparrow

Bad Luck Charms
Only one in 900 people prefers bad luck to good luck. Such people collect bad luck charms. These charms are usually metal, often painted white. They come in many shapes: chairs, spears, broken clocks. “Miniature weathervanes bring the worst luck,” says Peter Kravet, a bad luck charm dealer. “Personally, I handle them with gloves.”

Poem
Warsaw saw war.

Cowboy Acrobats

There were numerous cowboy acrobats, who could ride a horse cross-legged. By the campfire, they would
somersault and backward-hop.
Some could play the guitar with one hand and one foot.

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Actuary Joke
How many actuaries die each year?

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