I bought a Citizen Eco Drive about ten years ago. It still keeps perfect time without a new battery; all it needs is to be exposed to light for at least part of the day, apparently any kind of light, to stay charged.
We looked at real estate in Wilton Manors when we retired, and it seemed to be a good place to be gay in Florida (but we didn't want to live in Florida).
I had relations who lived in The Villages, but of course they were straight white folks from the Midwest and the South. The one time I was there, I found it pretty boring.
How dare you stomp on my dreams!! I've started to envy my new neighbors, who use a golf cart to collect their mail from our communal boxes halfway down the street.
Why would you think they were rednecks? Look at that granite countertop and backsplash. The lovely ceramic pieces, and the elegant red wine glass on the counter (carefully placed on white linen to prevent wine rings on the granite). And the sandals--rednecks don't wear sandals! These are a couple of frat boys hanging out at a suburban family home for the weekend.
Is this a record for the longest thread title ever? But it still doesn't contain enough contingent information, such as: Which of us gets to choose the restaurant? Who pays the check?
Jane Austen would never meet a strange man for a dinner date alone; she would insist on bringing along her father or one of her brothers. I would have to arrive in a barouche for them to find me socially acceptable.
Ben Franklin and I would both arrive on foot at the City Tavern.
I would take the Metro to meet James Baldwin for dinner at a bistro in the Marais.
When someone resurrects an old thread like this one, it is unnerving to get a new "like" from someone for an old post of mine, and then see that the previous "like" came from @bigvalboy. R.I.P.