This is a TRUE STORY but hopefully you will find some humor in it.
Back in the early 70s, when I was a college student, I took care of the yard of a lonely widower, named Arthur, who occasionally asked me to join him for a game of chess. He resided in Paradise Valley, AZ. During WWII, Arth...
Back in school, I took an apple tart to Detroit, Flint, and St Louis
My teacher had asked me to take pi to three dismal places
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