It’s Art, Duh!

  It was Raymond’s suggestion. I had never really understood art, so I was never very inclined to visit art galleries. I can appreciate the colours, the skill; the talent involved. I understand that there’s talent. Well, most of the time—as Bob Dylan said. Other times . . . Well, I just don’t know. Like […]

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  He thought to himself that there was no such thing. “There’s always a job to do,” he’d say. And he was right.   If ever a neighbour needed his talents, he was there: screwdriver, plug fuse, even door knob. He was right,   there always was a job to do. He’d been on his […]

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