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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