Break-upBreakupBreak-up
The best time of the year for most of my life has been breakup, the two or three weeks at the end of March/beginning of April when fear of ground degradation prevents the use of heavy equipment in the bush, or pretty much anywhere but on well paved roads; the time of the year when frost heaves make the roads good for not much more than motocross, and when the school basement floods (swimming laps in the dark, I recommend it). It is also the time of year for mud bogging, mud-sliding, mud, well, basically a time to get dirty, somethi
Me and My Dirty EarsMe and my Dirty EarsMe and My Dirty Ears
This evening at 9 o'clock finds me travelling home from my last English class of the day. The Korean bus driver is listening to Neil Diamond on the radio, "good times never seemed so fine" and I'm sitting here hiding my nose and feeling self-conscious about my ears.
My ears have a long history. First, they are very nice ears—not too big, not too small. Through dent of wearing earplugs when suggested, I
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