Flashback to southeastern Kentucky: I watched a gaunt young man eating a big plate of biscuits and red eye gravy. His long beard twitched up and down and snow white biscuit crumbs got hung up in it’s wiry fibers. 470 more words
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I’ve gradually become wealthy through very little fault of my own. Does this mean I have to declare moral bankruptcy? This is the question.
Over the weekend my sweetheart and I bought a second-hand chair – nicely worn, solid wood and leather, stuffed with down – for $549. 238 more words
As Narendra Modi sets off his ambitious Clean India mission aimed at cleaning India completely by October 2019, the nation embarks upon one of its most radical nation-wide campaign after independence. 1,019 more words
Tipping should have come obsolete a long time ago.
Unless we were to follow the footsteps of the guy from 3rd From the Sun that I recall from an episode where he sat at a restaurant table and told the waiter that he would place a series of $1 bills on the table and the waiter would see the pile decline or grow based on the service he provided. 1,136 more words