Before I got out of bedat a pre-dawn hourI planned to write a blog message about laissez-fair. What was I going to say? I’ve forgotten… because my mind became stuffed with thoughts and words about “ancestry.” ~~ It has been sixty years since I lived in Paris, France, and I still have un petit peu recollection of the language.

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