Contrary to the saying, this old dog learned a new trick recently.
Or rather, this old dog learned he’d been doing the trick wrong all these years and finally learned how it’s supposed to be done.
Learning an error of my ways is good but here I lose a distinction I’ve long enjoyed making between a connoisseur and a gourmet.

Another note that surfaced, this one actually dated: 1/17/79. Apparently, for some reason, I was moved to jot down a personal definition of innocence (as opposed to incense, which is defined by smell rather than words).












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