Nobody looked like they were carrying, other than those who had knives strapped to their belts, although with Alaska's new concealed-carry permit, available to anyone who trundled themselves down to the local police station to take the class, someone in this crowd could have a rocket launcher stuffed into their boot and she'd never know it.

There weepe, for till my Gaueston be repeald, Assure thy selfe thou comst not in my sight.

Her office there to rear, to teach, Becoming as is meet and fit A link among the days, to knit The generations each with each;

I was as big as a house, very pregnant, wearing a moomoo gown, standing with my back to the door while I adjusted the heat register.