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Sunday Gratitude – 5.IV.2026

To those celebrating today – Christ is Risen! – Happy Easter!
And then there are the “weird” ones here who are still waiting another week, among which I count myself. There have been a lot of services already – yesterday, I think I was in church for nearly four hours. I’ve really struggled this Lent; from the beginning, I felt less ready for it than most years and this year… wow. For the greater part of Lent, I believed that the Orthodox were also going to be celebrating Pascha today, and it was only looking at the calendar more carefully a couple of weeks ago when I realized that no, there’s a one-week difference. I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting to spend so much time in church this weekend, but I was at vigil last night, and I certainly had the feeling of moving from the darkness into the light, and by the time the service was over, there was an air of hopefulness and joy there. For that I am grateful. (My brain did fight against this on the way home, though. *sigh*)
I am grateful for the more spring-like weather, and the opportunity to be outside. I’m also grateful for my neighbor who invites me to come walking with her.
I am grateful for friends who take the time to talk even in the rain.
I am grateful for making it home in a storm the other day; I wasn’t expecting it, then all of a sudden, I was driving down this country highway with lightning flashes all around. I don’t think that they were very close, as there was only a tiny bit of thunder, but what a show! The next day, driving down those same roads, I could actually see how high the water is, and I’m grateful that there were no issues with low-lying stretches of road or the bridges.

Time to take the Christmas wreath down! I am thankful to have had a little bit of time to be outside with my kids, and I’m thankful that they have places around that they can enjoy riding their bikes through, and that they’ve been fine with this “exploring”.
I am thankful for the joy of singing.
I am thankful for the things that are showing signs of life (and even blooming) even after a very cold winter and long periods of neglect.
I am grateful for the opportunity to have been in contact with a number of people on this day, in the joy of Easter.
I am grateful for yet another sign that I’m not alone through the hard stuff.
Thank you so much for being here! Christ is Risen!

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Sunday Gratitude – 29.III.2026

I really hate it when it seems like I blink and yet another week has passed. Somehow so much of this time ends up feeling like a blur, and it seems like all that is left is a growing list of things that should have been done long ago, but haven’t been done yet.
In the meantime, though, I’ve been trying not to lose a sense of gratitude, and to also try to make the most of the days at hand. We’ve had a couple of days that have hit 70F, which has been amazing, and especially as the days are getting longer, it would be terrible if we didn’t do something to take advantage of the warmer weather. My younger son had a day off of school a couple of weeks back, and the two of us went out on our bikes and rode ten miles together, and it was amazing. He also started taking pictures with my camera that afternoon, so I’ll be sharing a few of those in this post.

A couple of weeks after the real birthday, my youngest, in kindergarten, had her first real birthday party. It was a bowling alley affair, and, per the terms of the contract, was less than two hours long, but for a group of 5 and 6 year olds, it was fine. I was completely stressed out over this for at least a week for a number of reasons, but it turned out really, really good. Even the weather held out, kind of… It started raining about the time that the party started, and it was still raining as people left. Had we started a couple of hours later, everybody would have been going home in sleet, because we had a blizzard come through the next day. The kids were thrilled to get the day off of school, and despite the crazy wind, we never lost power. The next day, our dear neighbor made a path for our car using a snowblower.
I’m grateful that even though I managed to break a spoke on the one bike (a different one than before), this happened in a place where I could ride to a place where I could leave the bike for a couple of days, and which was very close to the bike shop. On the night that this happened, I was also able to get a ride back home with one of the ladies from church. I’d never talked to her before, and she’s incredibly sweet, and lives just a couple of streets over from where I live.
I’m grateful for the amazing time I had at St. Haralambos in Niles a couple of weeks back. Not only were some very dear “real life” friends there, I finally got to meet Fr. Andrew Damick in person. We have been online acquaintances (friends) for over 20 years, and it seemed like high time to meet him in person. He actually recognized me by sight as well, which is crazy because it’s been a looong time since I posted any photos of myself that he might come across. 🙂 That was a lot of fun, though.

Breezy days and kites! I am grateful, as well, for the opportunity to visit an old friend and just enjoy sitting on the front step, having a conversation in the sunshine.
In many ways, I feel pulled very, very, very thin. There have been a lot of good things, to be sure, but there have been a number of very, very frustrating things as well. I don’t know; at this point, I’m not sure that I’ll ever have things “figured out”, but there’s a path to go forward on, and that’s the way through this all. Forgive me again for the blog silence – I truly am grateful for you.

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Wordless Wednesday #23 – Sidewalk Stamps






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The Last of Us… (Traute Lafrenz Page)

For those who know a bit about the history of the White Rose, there are six names that are inextricably connected with the group. Hans Scholl. Sophie Scholl. Alexander Schmorell. Willi Graf. Christoph Probst. Professor Kurt Huber. All were tried and convicted of high treason in 1943 and executed that same year. Despite being from Hamburg, in the far north of Germany, Traute Lafrenz knew all of them well, first meeting Alexander Schmorell in 1939, and then the rest of them when she transferred her studies as a medical student from Hamburg to Munich.

Traute Lafrenz as a young woman (photo from Twitter) What most people don’t know is that there were other people with connections with the White Rose who also died for their resistance. The name Hans Leipelt is sometimes included with the other six; he was also executed in Munich, primarily for trying to raise funds to help support Professor Huber’s widow. Generally, it’s considered that Hans Leipelt had no direct contact to the Scholls or the rest of the Munich group, but he probably did know Traute Lafrenz; if nothing else, they definitely had friends in common, such as a young woman named Margarethe Rothe.
Traute Lafrenz and Hans Leipelt served as the main connections between the White Rose in Munich and what would be known as the Hamburg branch of the White Rose. They both brought White Rose leaflets up to Hamburg and helped their friends produce and distribute leaflets there. Heinz Kucharski, a friend from school who had known Traute since she was 13, was generally considered the “head” of the Hamburg group, and in the fall of 1943, was arrested at the same time as Margarethe Rothe. During interrogation, he confessed to everything, trying to save his own skin. He named names, he blamed other people – including his mother – for his actions, and he gave the Gestapo sixty pages of “dirt” on Traute. (Ironically, I believe he’s the only one of the Hamburg group that ended up being sentenced to death, though he survived, but I digress…)
Despite Traute’s deep involvement in the White Rose, her friendships with those who had been executed , and her connections to their families (when Sophie and Hans’ father had been imprisoned, she had gone to Ulm to help keep his business running, for example), the members of the Munich group had done pretty well to protect her. She had been sentenced to “only” a year in prison, primarily for knowing what her friends were doing and not reporting it. After Kucharski’s confession, though, she was very much in danger of a death sentence. In the spring of 1944, two weeks after being released from serving her year-long sentence, she was re-arrested and spent the rest of the war in various Nazi prisons without her case going to trial. That she survived this was, in itself, no small feat. Her dear friend Margarethe Rothe, though also not sentenced to death (for lack of a trial), did not survive the harsh conditions of her incarceration and died in April of 1945.
Among others in Hamburg who died because of the White Rose were Katharina Leipelt (Hans’ Leipelt’s mother), Reinhold Meyer, Margarete Mrosek, Dr. Kurt Ledien, and Friedrich Geussenhainer. Traute knew most, if not all, of them as well.
Yet she was the one who survived, who made it out alive, and lived a good, long life afterward. This is how she decided to honor those that she knew who didn’t make it, to not curl up and die herself or allow herself continually live in the past. After the war, she emigrated to the United States, graduated from medical school, got married, had children, worked as a doctor, worked as a teacher to underprivileged and special needs children in Chicago, and retired to South Carolina.
It was in South Carolina where she died a week ago, two months shy of her 104th birthday. (Coincidentally enough, it was the day before she died when I posted about getting the book about her.) There is definitely a certain sadness to it, the end of an era.

Traute Lafrenz Page more recently (photo from Twitter) Technically, there are a couple of people with ties to the White Rose who are still living. Among family, it seems as though Dieter Sasse, half-brother to Christoph, may still be living. From what I can tell, Vincent Probst, Christoph’s second son and whose godfather was Alexander Schmorell, is also still living. However, he was born in late 1941 and was not even two before both were executed. I see no indication that Professor Huber’s son Wolfgang has died. If I remember correctly, he was four when his father was executed. However, as his name is so common, it’s not particularly easy verify that. I also do not see anything to indicate that Hertha Schmorell, Erich Schmorell’s wife has died. (Erich was Alex’s younger half-brother.) One could argue that she’s not actually related, but she and Erich were already dating by 1942, and there even exist photos that both she and Alex are in.
Among the people who were arrested or indicted with White Rose activities, I believe there were close to 70. When I had my website, one of my original goals was to write at least a little about each person. Of all those, three of the youngest may still be living – Ilse Ledien (daughter of Kurt, mentioned above, who died in custody), Gerd Spitzbart, and Riko Graepel. It’s somewhat amusing; Ilse Ledien was so young that on the German side of things, she’s usually referred to as “the schoolgirl, Ilse Ledien”. Her greatest crime, in the eyes of the Nazis, at least, was that she was close friends with Maria Leipelt, Hans Leipelt’s little sister. I don’t discount her “role” at all, and her father died for scarcely more than that, but she was also hardly one of the central figures to the White Rose.
Twenty years ago, in 2003, when I made it over to Munich to take part in the “big” White Rose commemorations – the sixtieth anniversary of the executions of Christoph Probst, Hans Scholl, and Sophie Scholl, I was actually surprised to recognize people who had known these historical figures. I remember seeing Franz Josef Müller, who founded the Weiße Rose Stiftung. More than that though,was actually seeing Herta Siebler-Probst there and realizing, for the first time, that even though she was very much an old woman, that the history that was being commemorated was still so near that she had been married to one of the people executed that day in 1943 (and had three children with him).

The main indoor memorial at Ludwig–Maximilians-Universität in Munich The difference, I suppose, is that when I started getting very interested in the White Rose in 2002 or so, one still heard news from people who had some connection: Jürgen Wittenstein, Elisabeth Hartnagel-Scholl, Annaliese Knoop-Graf, Hans and Susanne Hirzel, or Lilo Fürst-Ramdohr, for example. Apart from seeing various people from afar in 2003, I had the extreme privilege of attending a fairly small event which Erich Schmorell and Natalia Schmorell Lange were at and hearing Erich Schmorell speak. And, of course, there was actually getting to meet Nikolay Hamazaspian in 2007 on the trip to Orenburg. When commemorations came up or White Rose related things came up, the input of these people certainly was always relevant and important. With the death of Traute Lafrenz Page, they are all gone. The “last one of us”…
May their memory be eternal!

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Sunday Gratitude 12.III.2023

I hate starting out every week “this has been a hard week” though it really is the truth. This is a long season of hardship; not that I’m materially poor, but rather that there are very difficult things going on that I can’t share 100% publicly yet. That should change soon, and I am grateful for that – I think it will bring a measure of relief.
I am grateful to be hearing my two youngest giggling in the other room. The kids have really been getting on my nerves as of late – but let’s face it, a lot of things have, but there are some things that are always precious.
I am grateful that I have working appliances here, and that it’s making things somewhat easier.
I am grateful that I am looking forward to a bit of a break, and hopefully even a little bit of a religious pilgrimage.
I am grateful that my kids can participate and excel in school and school activities. There were two things that bugged me as a kid going to a small private school – one was that there was no way to get more advanced classes, the other was that we didn’t do any activities with other schools. My kids’ school does both, in particular the coordination of tournaments and the like with other schools. One of my kids did well enough in a competition to earn an invitation to “the next level” in Texas in about a month and a half, and that’s not even something that I could have dreamed about as a kid.

The kids had another snow day and it was another day where if it weren’t for the busses, there probably wouldn’t have been a problem. However, as the district has a good number of suburban and rural kids that often don’t have bus stops right in front of their houses, and considering that the bus drivers have to start and stop these vehicles in snow and slush over and over, I guess I can see it. I will be at least a little grateful, though, that I didn’t have to get the kids up and going on Friday.
I am grateful that the kids have a very good dentist who can work in a kid dealing with a toothache on a Monday morning, find the hole that was causing the issue, and get it fixed on Wednesday.
I am grateful for hearing from friends I haven’t heard from in a long time.
I am grateful that spring is near, no matter how many random snow days seem to randomly pop up.

As always, I am grateful for each one of you reading, and for your prayers.

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Spring forward — bluebird of bitterness

This is too good not to share! (Original post: https://bluebirdofbitterness.com/2023/03/11/spring-forward-3/)

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Wordless Wednesday #22 – Reasons to Believe






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God Loves You

God loves you.
He loves you when you feel it, He loves you when you don’t.
He loves you during the day and the night, He loves you in the sunshine or storm.
God loves you whether you are a sinner or a saint. Actually, He loves you so much, He can make saints out of sinners.
He loves you if you are reading this after going to church, or if you’re reading this while you’re high in a place you don’t recognize.
God loves you.
His love is with us whether we are dying or just dying our hair. He loves you whether your hair is purple or green or blue or the color it actually growing out of your head right now. You are his creation, and He created you with the utmost care.
God loves you when times are good. He loves you when you are hurting, when the pain seems too much to bear.
He loves those who pray everyday, and He loves you too even if you’ve never prayed before.
God loves those who are single. He loves those who are married. He loves those who are widowed. He loves those who are divorced.

There is nothing you can do to make God stop loving you.
You are not unlovable. You are not unforgivable. You are not irredeemable.
God loved Hitler. He probably still does. Sure, He may hate what this man did, but God did not create Hitler with the goal that this person would become a monster. Point – God loves you even when you believe nobody can.
God’s love is forever. It is unconditional.
God loves you if you are so beautiful you could grace the cover of a magazine. He loves you if you would break the camera.
I’m sure a lot of you have seen those signs that proclaim “God hates gays”. It’s not true.
God loves you with the fierce love, a love that embraces, a love that protects, a love that encourages every one of us to live to our potential. His love is light and warmth, a heavenly breath that gives life.
I have heard the verse John 3:16 described as “The Gospel in a nutshell”. What does it say? “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.”
It’s all about love.
God loves you so much that He sent His Son to take your place in death.
He knows you. He sees you. You are not hidden, and it’s okay. He also sees in you the potential you still possess. He offers to you the Way into the next life with Him. A life with no pain, no sickness, no death, just being with Him and with each other.
Turn to Him, because God is love, and God loves you.

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Sunday Gratitude 5.III.2023

As a church, we’ve moved into Lent. Lent is a big deal to the Orthodox; Pascha (Easter) is definitely the biggest celebration of the year. For us, Lent begins on a Monday (no Fat Tuesday for us!) and begins a period where there is a lot more services, and even if you don’t understand a word of what is being sung, the music goes into minor tones, making the feeling more mournful. In daily practice, each one of us is supposed to be attending more services, but also taking more time to pray and to give alms, etc. Then there is fasting. The general Orthodox practice of fasting is no meat, no dairy, no olive oil from Forgiveness Sunday until Pascha, and less of everything in general. Mind you, not everyone can do this, and it frustrates me a lot how much attention eating gets during Lent.
The last day before Lent starts is called Forgiveness Sunday. During Vespers (sometimes done directly after a regular Sunday Liturgy, each person in the parish will ask forgiveness of every other person there, and also forgive all who ask. It’s a beautiful and moving service, but I think it’s something that often gets more difficult with time. Unfortunately, I didn’t go this year, but hopefully by next year, things won’t be so insane.
In the Orthodox Church, as we move into Lent (which started today), the Sunday preceding is called Forgiveness Sunday. Generally, there is a Vespers service, and then all who are there go around and ask forgiveness of the others. I didn’t go this year, and I haven’t been for a couple of years. On one hand, I feel guilty for that, on the other, this year’s craziness seems to have made so many normal things difficult to impossible.
It’s been a wild couple of weeks. The kids didn’t have President’s Day off because the teachers at their school do a teacher training with other schools in the same week. As a result, instead of having Monday scheduled off, they had Friday. School was called off Wednesday for winter weather (wintry mix plus wind plus the promise of it all freezing) and then Thursday got called off as the whole world was covered in ice (including encasing the car) and all this ice brought down trees, which in turn knocked out our power for a little over 10 hours. And then they had Friday off. Basically a 5-day-weekend. I can’t say that I was necessarily sad about it. I’m just tired.
I am grateful that some of the things that have been broken around here have been taken care of, and I’m grateful for the means to have done so. We’ve got a new stove and a new disposal, and that should help alleviate the issues that the dishwasher was having. There’s a piece in one of the toilets that has been replaced, and now that is working without howling or taking half an hour to refill.
I am grateful for good neighbors.
I am grateful for having something to look forward to, a little break from the daily grind.
I am thankful for finding Rod Dreher’s writings, not just in the abstract right now, but that at the moment, he’s giving voice to something that I cannot write about, at least not yet.
I’m thankful that nobody was so sick enough to stay home from school this past week.
I am grateful for the kids’ principal, who stands outside and greets everyone coming in with a smile. It’s a little thing, but something that means a lot at the same time.
I am grateful for the beginnings of spring and for things to look forward to. Even the mourning doves are back, and they’re poking around the nest, getting it ready for the next set of eggs.

Papa bird 
Mama bird The last couple of days have been extremely difficult. There hasn’t been anything especially bad, but extreme exhaustion plus an enormous amount of stuff to get done, plus little bits of friction here and there. It feels like “death by a thousand cuts” at the moment.
And yet… there’s always reason to hold on, and reasons to laugh!
As always, I am grateful for each one of you reading, and for your prayers.

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Trying to Catch A Breath

Again, forgive me for the radio silence. I have things that I am working on, but the time just seems to elude me to actually finish them. I feel completely run ragged.
I have gone back to reading Rod Dreher. He’s someone whom I tend to read for streaks and then put down. I’ve always felt that there were some things he did an absolute brilliant job writing about and I’d get hooked, and then he’d get started writing on something that would just irritate me enough that I didn’t want to read him for awhile again.
In any case, the amazing John Kass, formerly of the Chicago Tribune (no longer worth linking to), recently had heart surgery, and while he recovers, he has allowed others to write on his site. There is an essay there from a friend of Kass’, “Steve the Pilot” about why he finally left Chicago for Florida. Dreher picked it up, commented on it, and then asked for reader stories. I wrote, and Dreher quotes my email at length here (“Another Chicago native”).
I have to admit, that was kind of cool. Then, just a couple of days later, he announced that after 12 years at The American Conservative, he is moving exclusively to Substack. I guess I broke his blog! *L* All kidding aside, it’s interesting to see “big names”, John Kass included, go to being completely independent internet columnists. Apart from that, though, I felt almost called to subscribe to Dreher for the time being, at least, and I think it has to do with the family situation he’s going through right now. It is a little bit eerie to read what he’s writing because he can’t imagine how much it parallels my situation right now. My heart bleeds for him, and at the same time, I read what he’s writing and I totally get it. I hope to be able to say more about this in the future, though by its nature, there’s a lot that can’t be said publicly for the sake of the other people affected.
I survived yet another birthday season. I hate that this is what it feels like with birthdays, especially with the kids being little. Added to this is that there are now very painful memories attached to this particular time, and there hasn’t been enough time for that to even resolve somewhat, much less take a backseat.
I’ve been buying books again. I don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing. I desperately miss being able to sit down and read. I even won an ebook from LibraryThing. Things are so crazy, I don’t know when I’ll be able to read them. The bad part is, I’ll pick one up, get pulled in, read 20 pages, and then scold myself for not being more organized about getting things done and setting aside actual time to read regularly.

As you can see, there is a theme here. I haven’t purchased books about the White Rose in quite some time, and there are a number of interesting books that have been published. Some of the upturn in interest is that February 24 was the 80th anniversary of the executions of Christoph Probst, Hans Scholl, and Sophie Scholl. There are commemorations every year, particularly in Munich, but the big ones tend to be on decade years. If any of you remember this post – Another ‘Orthodox Coincidence’ Courtesy of St. Alexander of Munich – I talked about poking around into information on how the canonizations of Willi Graf and Christoph Probst are going on the Roman Catholic side. I found out that there’s an American woman by the name of Stephani Richards-Wilson who is working on the official “case” for Willi Graf for the Vatican. There’s a podcast here that she did with the podcast Fountains of Carrots, and although there are a couple of minor errors, her love of Willi Graf reminds me a lot of mine for Alexander Schmorell. Well, it turns out that she teaches at a university about 45 minutes away from me, and we exchanged a couple of emails, and it certainly was something nice as a distraction from all the other stuff. And… as far as the books go… I’ve wanted the German one for twenty years now. It’s a collection of letters and diary entries of people who were executed by the Nazis while they were in prison. The book has been reprinted a couple of times, but the last was in 1994, so it’s getting harder to find copies in good shape at a decent price. The graphic novel seems interesting – though short – and I was super excited when the biography of Traute Lafrenz came out in 2007 or so, but it was originally written in Norwegian. A German translation followed, but it was neat to see that it also got translated to English. I’ve paged through the “Conscience before Conformity” book, and it looks really good – part of its purpose is to talk about the Christian underpinnings of the White Rose, which has been largely ignored in the English literature about the group, but though the author is a well-regarded Roman Catholic scholar, it seems immediately apparent that he knows almost nothing about the Orthodox Church, as the tiny bit he wrote about the glorification of Alexander Schmorell as a saint is largely wrong.
Almost paradoxically, I’ve started reading Redwall to younger son. His teacher has the class enrolled in Pizza Hut’s “Book It” program, and he’s been fairly ambivalent about it. I want him to be excited about a book. I don’t think he’s quite to the level where reading it himself would be fun, but he’s not too big to be able to snuggle on my lap for a little while and listen. The goal for this month is 400 minutes, which is not insignificant.

And spring tends to be the season of clubs and presentations and competitions and the like, so there’s all these things to arrange, and the time for the extra trips to school and who knows where add up.
We had some weather drama as well, and ended up with a power outage for over ten hours just over a week ago. The kids were happy – three snow days in two weeks, and an unexpected 5-day weekend. I can’t say that I was too sad either. The mailbox did get sheared off the post, and I need to see if I can fix it soon.
At this point, I’ve forgotten whatever else I was thinking about writing about. It’s Sunday, and we didn’t make it to church – pure exhaustion on my part, and certain kids not feeling great. I was aiming to get this posted on Saturday, but reading time superseded writing, and then getting completely overtired girls in bed was the next “had to get done now” thing.

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Lilla Rose March 2023 Update

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First of all, forgive me for the radio silence. There’s a lot going on at home, and my head is spinning just trying to keep up with everything. Some of it is definitely good, but I’m at a point where I feel like I can hardly catch a breath.
Here’s what’s going on with Lilla Rose this month!
Of course, the new “mane event” special set, and the 20% off for those who order it in the first three days of this month:

And the “retail special” – spend $50, get two flexi minis free. There are a number of uses for the mini flexis that don’t include letting toddlers wear them and it’s a sweet deal to score a couple of them at this price.

New releases:

And this month, there’s a special again for anyone who might like to join Lilla Rose as a stylist.

Last month, I told you how I got one of the Flexi Sport XLs. I love it. It’s in my hair right now. I twist my hair up on the back of my head, clip the thing, and my hair is good to go for the day. It’s a small thing, but I’m thankful that I have efficient ways of putting my hair up without having to fuss with it.
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Wordle #616


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Wordle explanations are posted a day late to ensure that no one accidentally sees the solution before playing.
Line 1: “Arbor” gives me nothing, not even an “A”
Line 2: I’ve burned through four vowels so far, and all I have is a misplaced “T”.
Line 3: Well, yes, and now and “I” to go with it. We’ve got to have a vowel here sometime, right?
Line 4: The “I” is in the right place, the “Y” is in the right place, and we know now that the “T” has to go in the fourth spot… There aren’t many choices left here …
Line 5: The nifty “fifty”!
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