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Phil Rizzuto died this morning. I remember seeing him play in the World Series in the 1950's probably against the Brooklyn Dodgers. He was a slick shortstop on a team full of stars. He broadcast on radio for many years after he quit playing. His high pitched, nasal, heavily accented voice was one of those things that annoyed those of us in the countryside about New York City. If he'd been in any other town with that voice, he'd have never been hired as a radio sports correspondent. But like so much else that annoys, you got used to his voice. I miss hearing it.

Not knowing when to stop

Have you noticed the number of blades in non-electric razors keeps growing? Today as an advertising give away I received one in the mail that has five parallel blades in the cartridge plus an extra one on the side for sideburns. I like one blade, maybe two in my razor. Three is probably nice though hardly necessary. Four approaches wasteful. Six approaches comedy. Put a smokestack and an anchor on it and you have a battleship.