Oh, man. I did it again. Again. I took the bait. The snark bait. (If you’re wondering what this has to do with gears slipping, just wait …) Yep, I took the bait, even after I’ve been trying so hard to resist taking the bait when the snarks start circling. But I failed. You know how it ...
Resisting the Snark Bait
Okay, since I heard from many of you that you’d like to hear more of my homespun heritage after last week’s post about my clay-colored roots (life in rural Georgia in the 1960s – be sure to scroll back and read it if you haven’t), I’ll follow up this week with one more ditty about ...