Weeks ago, I made a point to rub Lincoln’s nose for good luck. I’m not picky (even when it
comes to noses) if it means improving my luck. After all, Abe's lucky nose is up there with Ireland's Blarney Stone and New York's Charging Bull.
I made a valiant effort; thought I had the bases/basement covered. No such luck!
inches of water (and rising) flooding the basement as we speak.
Suffice it to say, Jimmy’s nose is all out of joint. I just hope we don’t have to pay through the nose for all this damage.
Ah, well. It’s the usual sink or swim. In this case, I think we’ll all be swimming for some time to come.
Wish me luck. We’ll be here keeping our noses to the grindstone, given Lincoln’s nose didn’t do the trick.