In general, I am not one to wish for things to be as they were.
I had to wait 364 days to beabletowatch“TheWizard of Oz” since it only came on onceayearonaSundaynight at 6 p.m. CST.
Once—and only once—I watched my mother wash out my little brother’s poopy clothdiaperinthecommode.
Not being able to write checks out of town meant carrying more cash than I wantedtohaveonmyperson.
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