A nearly tipped stemless wine glass just reminded me that I used to love Weeble Wobbles when I was a kid. We had a parrot named Ricky Ticky Tacky (yes, he could say it). We would put one in our parrot's cage and he would peck at the Weeble Wobble, but being a Weeble Wobble, it never fell down.
1/7/12
Cleveland from Columbus perspective
I am in Columbus for my great aunt's memorial service. Headed home soon, but stopping for lunch. This guy next to me at the Northstar is talking to his buddy about the reasons rich young people have to leave Cleveland to "get started". I'd love to know how he came to this conclusion and how often he espouses this.
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