I once spent a week at a resort hotel on a remote part of the Oregon coast. It rained every day and presumably the guests knew that Oregon is famous for its rain. Nevertheless, at mealtime the topic on everyone’s lips was the bad weather and how it was ruining their vacation.
Each day when I walked the sand dunes along the nearby shore, I saw no guests from the hotel except one older woman whom I had observed at mealtimes. Each day she woul...
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