Strunk and White

I've scattered the hay from my mom's porch decorations and thrown the corn stalks into the scrap heap. I've returned the rope that belongs to the man who developed this area. All accounts have been settled today in the mountains. Now I'm going to pull out my copy of Strunk and White and try and learn the English language all over again, at least the grammar bits. Go do something kind today to someone who hates you. Then go do something spiteful to someone who loves you. Keep the balance people.