This is an old, silly tradition that I started when I lived in California. May your sandwich always be delicious, filling, and made to your liking, Modern Philosophers!
As I mentioned in my Monday Morning Coffee Club post, this is an actual holiday I made up when I lived in California.
I have dusted off an old post from the first month of this blog’s existence and spruced it up a little to share with you today on this most festive of days!
Once upon a time, long before the Modern Philosopher moved to Maine and The House on the Hill, he used to live in a smog infested wasteland known as Southern California…
I don’t talk much about the Pre-Maine Days, Modern Philosophers, because as Charles Dickens once wrote: “Those were the worst of times, those were the worst of times”.
As this is Thanksgiving Eve, however, I wanted to share one of the good memories I have from my days living in Hollywood’s grimy shadow. To help make…
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