I haven’t seen my largest cutting boards in a while, not sure where they went. Maybe my mom moved them the last time she was here. I keep forgetting to ask her.
“Mom, come upstairs and see what I built!”
“And what happened here?”
“There was a hurricane. Three-hundred lives were lost.”
“Hm, that’s too bad.”
“At least the Army guys survived.”
“Yes, that is a good thing.”
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I’m more than happy to lose my cutting boards in support of creativity.