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I Arm-Wrestled my Daddy and I Won!

Among my young memories are arm-wrestling matches with my father. I’d say somewhere between first and fifth grade we would occasionally arm-wrestle at the kitchen table. Whether I’m accurately remembering the exact nature of these playful activities I will never know. Like many old recollections, they seem to be in glimpses in our mind’s eye and since this was not a one-time arm-wrestling contest, the number of variations in my mind remains! I can recall him teaching me the rules...

A Crisis of the FAKE

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet“ William Shakespeare That is, if it wasn’t a fake rose. Does calling something that is fake by another name make it any less fake? Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you noticed something but you are afraid to point it out? Kind of like the situation of the Emperor’s New Clothes. Plot “Two swindlers arrive at the capital city of an emperor who spends lavishly on clothing...