No, I don't mean anything Out in Space. I mean In My House. I think there's a black hole somewhere in my house -- and it's capturing our dishes and silverware. When Mr. Annearchy and I met 20 years ago, each of us had a complete sets of dishes, which started out with 8 of everything: dinner plates, sandwich plates, cups, saucers, soup bowls. Even a
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