When I was much, much younger, I often wondered what it was going to be like to be–say–60–or so. The Christmases came and went in blind succession, and the line “not even a mouse” swerved in and out of them–giggling, it seemed.Thanks for reading Hal’s Newsletter! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.
Not Even A Mouse Or A Sparrow
Not Even A Mouse Or A Sparrow
Not Even A Mouse Or A Sparrow
When I was much, much younger, I often wondered what it was going to be like to be–say–60–or so. The Christmases came and went in blind succession, and the line “not even a mouse” swerved in and out of them–giggling, it seemed.Thanks for reading Hal’s Newsletter! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.