Nails flying in all directions
Many years ago (over 30) when I was a college student attending the University of Minnesota, I would take the bus from Northeast Minneapolis to campus (I can’t remember the number). A woman would sit in the front of the bus and clip her fingernails, with the nails flying in all directions. This image has stuck with me all these years–I was always afraid one of the nails would hit me.
Flying nuns don’t pay
January, 2003 I was riding the 4E (now the 4K) to work at about 7:00AM. I sat down in the frontmost frontward facing seat. A guy was sitting in the side facing seat directly in front of me, declaring to the world that the media makes people less creative, and he looked to me for comment, so I told him that I write, and I don’t watch television (I still don’t actually). Continue reading ‘Flying nuns don’t pay’
