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When Humans Make Places Talk: Everyday Magic, Day 425

Updated: Oct 6, 2023


An hour or so west (“Everything in New Hampshire is an hour away from everything else,” George tells me), I get to the elevator in my hotel to find the inside of the elevator door telling me, with some embarrassment, no doubt, “Please excuse my appearance. I’m getting a facelift this week!” Even I feel a little embarrassed for the elevator, but mostly for having to wear this sign that equates its giddy shame with something one of the Gabor sisters might have said.


An hour or so west (“Everything in New Hampshire is an hour away from everything else,” George tells me), I get to the elevator in my hotel to find the inside of the elevator buy cialis pro door telling me, with some embarrassment, no doubt, “Please excuse my appearance. I’m getting a facelift this week!” Even I feel a little embarrassed for the elevator, but mostly for having to wear this sign that equates its giddy shame with something one of the Gabor sisters might have said.


I prefer the signs not written by human hands, but by leaves, rain, cold nights and changing days, such as this one somewhere between Northern and Southern NH (also an hour’s drive).


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