I must inform my current voice teacher that, in spite of what conclusions she may have drawn from our limited time together, the heavy lifting was already done by the time I entered her studio.
I also note with some dismay that in spite of the fact that I managed an “A” in each of the six marking periods in English 12, I was given a “B+” for a final grade. Like, what’s up with that? I suppose it’s too late to lodge a formal complaint…take somebody to court for opportunities lost….
And then I note, as I unfurl a scroll tightly enclosed in a postal tube, from then governor Julian Carroll in 1978, that I am a Kentucky Colonel, and the great unwashed should not take lightly that I am entitled to "...the rights, privileges, and responsibilities appertaining thereunto….” One does wonder lo these many years later, will there be any fried chicken in the offing, to yet come my way.
I would also find that I have seven lifetimes of staples, thirteen different kinds of expired batteries, and a yet-to-be-exposed roll of AGFA Futura 400 film for a smarter-than-average camera that never caught on against the oncoming tide of digital photo-making. The small print reads Für Farb-Papierbuilder. The same to you, Fella.