Once upon a time a woman ate a ten thousand salad dollar at the Waldorf Astoria hotel in New York City, New York.
I know next to nothing about this woman except that on one day during what could have been any season within some unknown year of the mid-later twentieth century a woman, who may or may not have been from Connecticut, ate what became a ten thousand dollar salad.
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About Me
- amcsquared
- In 2001 I sustained a brain injury which altered me as a person, my neurology and my abilities. Skills I had never thought of as skills disappeared entirely. One of those lost skills was the capacity to write and organize information. For over ten years I have been working diligently on regaining what I have lost while living in a state where, to quote a staff member at MUSC: "some people should be left by the side of the road to die". My name is Maren Alford and to borrow a line from Toni Morrison: I am not dead. To quote Patton: I shall return. I will make as close to full recovery as is humanly possible, or impossible for that matter.