Okay. Here's something I just discovered. The hubby and the son were in the room when I stumbled across it on the computer and, let's just say, I ended up saying to El Hijo, "Son, I can't control how people respond to my work." To wit:
"Fruit Salad at Fort Bragg"
You're welcome, Dearborn, Michigan. I am glad you found the hay(na)ku relevant (and keep up the good work!). Still, candidly, um ...:
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