Tongue Biting
In this our modern world, to wake up and find something awry with one's email is like discovering that the sire's fields have been sown with salt, the cattle are gasping and carbuncular or the river is burning. Not good. Repeated requests for my password produce nothing. Nothing but more requests and more empty screen space. Communiqués? They are no more. But I am, and I am more than concerned. Or am I?
This is the strange part, that I roll out the door for San Francisco and really don't think Read more [...]