Oh, it's April 14! It's the anniversary of A. Lincoln's assassination, and of Black Sunday (when a big windstorm hit the Dust Bowl in '35), and of the sinking of the Titanic.
Should we all stay home to forestall disaster? Or to write our papers? Or both?
On the upside, Steinbeck published _The Grapes of Wrath_ on April 14, too, in 1939. And Gillian Welch got what I think are a couple good, melancholy songs out of the events of the date.
But I guess maybe if you don't like her music, that just adds to the disaster for you.
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One could interpret it that way, yeah. Let's go to Barton Springs instead.
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