Lard and ashes
One day, carnival carousing. The next, dust and ashes. Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
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One day, carnival carousing. The next, dust and ashes. Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
Tabby’s Place has a lot in common with New York City. I don’t mean the fashion, the graffiti or even the undying affection of Woody Allen. I mean the neighborhoods.
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It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
Everything old is new again. OK, maybe not Dick Clark. Or Dick Cheney. But everything else.
Sometimes even I know better than to ornament something with too-many words. On this Mardi Gras, the emphasis at Tabby’s Place is on the Gras.
What’s all the fuss about some Derek Jeter guy hitting 3,000 baseballs? I mean, that’s cool and all, but not in comparison with another slugger and eight-plus FIV+ cats.