Friday night, the phone rings tonight and I answer it. Gramma, can you come over? A little voice says. Awww, Charlotte, do you miss me? Yes. And bring your checkbook. Bring my checkbook? Yes. What are you selling? Magazines. Magazines? Print is dead. What Gramma? Prince is dead? (rumble, rumble, phone switching people.) My daughter-in-law: Prince is dead? No, not Prince The Artist Formerly Known as Prince. Print. Print is dead. Ghostbusters, 1984. Oh, ok. Come over and bring your checkbook. youtube/watch?v=D3v_ogRaTf4
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 04:35:10 +0000