857. A story of spurious authenticity


Saint Valentine was walking along the road singing hymns and divine canticles, when he espied the farmer’s daughter sitting in front of the barn brushing her golden hair with a silver comb.

He wolf-whistled. WOW! He couldn’t believe it! He’d never seen such a valuable comb.

37 thoughts on “857. A story of spurious authenticity

                    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                      No I didn’t feel it – but they felt it in Wellington – which is about 1 and a half hours drive away. Our computers are set to give a loud “DING DONG” when an earthquake greater than 5 happens anywhere in the world!

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