World War II was over. Animosity was beginning to subside. In an effort toward reconciliation some German students volunteered to help rebuild a cathedral in England, one of the many bombing casualties of the Luftwaffe, the German air force.
The words sizzled like frying bacon. The announcement tantalized the senses like early morning coffee: “Lincoln is not in his coffin.” It was 1887, twenty-two years after Booth’s bullet found its mark, twenty-two years after the state funeral, twenty-two years after multitudes witnessed the casket slowly lowered into the earth.
If you take a trip to China and need to blow your nose, make sure you don't put your handkerchief back in your pocket--it is considered vulgar.
How about a little lesson in Latin to begin your day! I know, I know, you’ve heard Latin is really boring.
Have you ever lost hair? It is a scary feeling! One day some twenty-five years ago, in the midst of graduate work, I was sitting at my desk, head down, buried in my studies. Suddenly, I noticed little bristles falling in front of my face. I scratched my scalp and more hair rained down.
