Who’s calling?

When my husband and I moved to Oregon, many things changed. Our cell phone numbers were not among them. But over time we developed a sneaking suspicion that we were missing calls. Local calls. Why?

Portland has a 503 area code; my cell phone has a 203 area code. Similarly, Portland has 971 while my husband has 917.

But. . . can’t people be trusted to read carefully, to pay attention, to not just dial out of habit or suspect a typo?

The silence is deafening.


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Death and Taxes

Sorry, Portland, if this is not the mild winter you were promised.
Ain’t nothin’ certain. . .


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A propos

Amidst all the headlines about science and France lately, I read Michael Pollan’s book “In Defense of Food.” In it he mentions an experiment by Paul Rozin, in which “he showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response . . . the response of the French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.”

Perhaps les Américaines have a bit to learn when it comes to joie de vivre.



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