Decimation

Why do most people use this word incorrectly? Check (here) for the history of this word and its correct usage.

The Pink House

 

I was in a really rotten mood that day back in 1983. I was unemployed, tired of job hunting and feeling depressed. To improve my spirits I decided to do something I practically never did—Plein Air painting. I packed my art supplies and hit the road. I was a studio painter, but I’d long fantasized about the Impressionists and what it would be like to plant an easel in a landscape, empty my head of all preconceived thoughts and let my eyes and hands take over.

As usual things didn't go as planned. Read about it (here).

Dining With the Smoke Detector: Conclusion

 

Part I (here).

The front door was open to let out the smoke, making it unnecessary for the firemen to sink their axes into it.

     

A George Clooney look-a-like said, “We were just driving by on a grocery run and saw all the smoke. Is everything okay?”

     

Before I could answer, Mrs. C., wrapped in a wet towel, appeared at the top of the stairs. “What’s going on? Why is the smoke detector going…” Her voice trailed off at the sight of firemen standing in our foyer. She may have giggled. I’m sure she did. She would later deny it. 

     

“Sorry, guys,” I said, “but it’s just a small grease fire, nothing to worry about.”

As it turned out, there was much to worry about. Read more (here).