My dreamtime early this morning yielded a high school football cheer I haven’t heard in almost fifty years. What do we want? A touchdown. When do we want it? Now. I hear it in the voice of Tammy, last name lost to time, who sat in front of me in French class. I’m sure you hear the cadence. It’s pretty much Cheer 101. Except, as usual, my brain did something entirely different with it. What do we want? Health & Wealth. When do we want it? Now.
Read MoreThe first time I remember eating sourdough bread I was seventeen, sitting in a restaurant in San Francisco. There for eye surgery of which I was completely terrified, that fascinating, comforting taste can take me right back to Fisherman’s Wharf even now, some more than forty years later. Did you know there is a sourdough library? writes Frank Lidz in this morning’s Times. It lives eighty-seven miles southeast of Brussels, Belgium, and it’s run by Karl De Smedt.
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