WORDS, WORDS, WORDS


In 1845 or so, a young London dandy engages a cab.  The cab goes clippity-clop for miles through streets socked in by the proverbial London fog and, of course, ankle-deep in equine ordure.  On arrival, the dandy is moderately impressed by this heroic performance, tips the cabbie extra and speaks a word or two of praise.  The cabbie demurs, replying simply: “Garn!  I tell you what it is, guv’nor.  Hansom is as hansom does.”

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About Michael J. Kubat

I'm a grumpy Czech-born clinical social worker who is vitally interested in the survival in the United States as a viable democracy and a beacon of hope for the rest of the world.
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