Waiting For Lunch Magazine Issue 1, March 1996
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My late grandmother painted this when she took an art class while she was in her 60s.  Apparently, she didn't paint before or since.  Not bad.  This is published here partly because it goes with the calendar on page nine, but mostly because she had just become bedridden and paralyzed and I hoped that seeing her work published, albeit modestly, would cheer her up.

Thoisday the 3rd's entry comes from a practice of a grade school acquaintance.  His family was English, but had been in the U.S. for at least two generations, yet he still pretended to have an English accent.  Every once in a while at recess he'd do just as this entry suggests, tossing coins in the middle of a group of girls jumping rope and laugh as they clamored to snatch them up.