
At the Kiwanis Club meeting last night in that hot little meeting room off the mezzanine of the Grand Hotel, the song of the night was "Jingle Bells." And before it was over, I almost had a chill. Not from the psychological snow and ice, but from Alva Hollon's singing.
Sure the thermometer is away up high, but that's no reason for us to climb aboard a hot seat. We can be cooler by slowing down our walk, by giving our tongue a rest, by slacking off our curiosity about other people's business, and by thinking about the snow and ice we will have a few months from now.
But it is hot, isn't it! In fact, it's too hot to finish this... 1955
Things haven't changed in the last 56 years.It's still hot as blazes.Maybe I'll try that part about giving my tongue a rest.lol.
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