“Hunner percen.”

Coulda been the knockers.

Read it in high school, loved it as a teenager. Re-read it just a few years ago wondering if it would be a good swap-in text for my freshman classes. Can’t recall what made me hesitant to try teaching it…?

Have we done the “everyone go around the room, introduce yourself, and say a fun fact” part yet?

Apt. It can also be pronounced ‘die, heiresses’ as a treat/mnemonic.

The two dots in this case are called ‘diaresis,’ and as far as I know the New Yorker is the last place insisting on it like grammar prisses.

This is probably the full extent of my powers, though we do have a permit to cut a tree in Cíbola National Forest. Harvesting our own tree might put a shot in the arm of the whole holiday spirit. No promises.

The spirit is the reason for the season!

I better not hear any ‘whooshing.’