The thing I remember most about our living-room on Decarie Boulevard when I was about five years old – well, aside from the time a fruit drop got stuck in my throat and I couldn’t swallow until it melted enough to slide down – was playing hockey with my big brother in it.
Hi, Friday Follicles! This week’s little assortment of blunders caught by the Grammar Cop includes the following:
Whatever happened to the Trump Shuttle and other similar short-haul airlines?
Word confusion is often the result of a lack of reading. (Internet memes and rabid comments don’t count!) Here are a few examples caught by the Grammar Cop among the proliferation of recent political articles.
How did I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Most people like to complain. I like to think I’m not one of them. Okay, maybe sometimes – but I try to keep things in perspective, like the motto on a sign my dad used to have, propped on his dresser: “I was sad because I had no shoes… until I met a man who had no feet.”