At a neighborhood store, I tell the cashier, "Thank you, sir," as he hands me my change and receipt. He answers, smiling, "No need to call me Sir - that's my dog's name."

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Overheard at TPAC: "They're back in town and this time I'm single."

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Chrysanthemum tea (a birthday gift from a friend):

From Nashville

The snapshots don't capture how quiet bubbles appear while it steeps, or the BYM's appalled, raised-voice speculation upon seeing the flower-corpse floating in a dirty pan the following morning: "What... that... that's not a plant! Something horrible happened here, did it not?"

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Just outside one of my kitchen windows:

From Nashville