HELLO. HAPPY 4TH!
I finally have my laptop behaving in an almost civil, socially cordial manner. I do not know who or what is worn out the most — the laptop or me — or anyone forced to be around us, hahaha. Let’s call it a draw for the moment (wink).
Then there is this . . .
STATUE of LIBERTY POETRY
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless-tempest tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
— By Emma Lazarus | 1833
HATTINGDON HORSES 