Having not yet downloaded my photos of Berkeley from my camera to my computer, this will have to tide y’all over until I get round to writing some stuff about being in the US-of-A.
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110 As a 1930s husband, I am |
NB. I did not yet do the “1930s wife” test.
NNB. I wonder whether I should be alarmed that I am such a great 1930s husband–and why? Is it my reading newspapers at the table? Praising “wife” in public? Hanging clothes over the doorknob?
