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Friday, August 7, 2015


IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES. It was the worst of times.It was the age of wisdom. It was the age of foolishness.  It was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of light. It was the season of darkness; It was the spring of hope. It was the winter of despair. We had everything before us. We had nothing . We were all going direct to heaven. We were all going the other way- In short, the period was so far like the Present period that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on it being received for good or for evil, in the superlative  degree of comparison only.
There was a woman with a fair face, who taught Mah Jong on the City Commission of Birmingham.

There was a woman with a fair face who when told the peasants have no Bread replied, “Then let them run for office.” On the  commission of Bloomfield Hills.

In both Cities  it was clearer than  Crystal to the  lords of  the state Preserves  of loaves and fishes  that  things  in General  were settled forever.

It was the year of our lord Two Thousand and fifteen.

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