"The man was incompetent, and he usually despised incompetence, but for some reason, Brookshire's incompetence made him more likeable. There was something brave in it. For a man who could neither ride nor shoot, to be willing to travel over some of the roughest stretches of the West in pursuit of a young killer who had already accounted for nearly forty lives, took guts"--Streets of Laredo
Dreamed of looking at a bunch of old copies of Time magazine from the 1970s, including a non-existent issue with a big essay purporting to show the present course of the world (including illustrations).
Father totalled up the annual book business accounts the other day (only a bit over $1000 in profits this year), and today I did my taxes. This year I should get a full $100 refund.
Dinner was pork roast.
Choir practice was on Wednesday this week because of the Easter weekend. (Giuseppe Macina wasn't wearing his glasses because of his cataract operation.) We're now rehearsing the mixed concert that I won't be in.
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