June 1989, Zagreb — I was riding on a tram with my father. We were sitting in silence, and I can to this day see his smiling eyes with sunny rays around them, his head held high.
We decided not …
June 1989, Zagreb — I was riding on a tram with my father. We were sitting in silence, and I can to this day see his smiling eyes with sunny rays around them, his head held high.
We decided not …
Could you imagine Microsoft’s spellchecker giving you that wavy underline every time you use a split infinitive? Some grammar Nazis once said we couldn’t write “I’m glad to finally meet you,” because we can’t split to and meet in Latin. …