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    2016 Grateful 51

    It’s been a long time since anyone scrubbed me down and washed me. The last time was most likely during a hospital stay in Cherry

    Opened or closed?

    The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live. So said Flora Whittemore, an American woman who lived till 103 and

    Sleepy or stormy?

    After the hustle that was the souks of Marrakesh, it was a refreshing change to wander about the souks in the medina in Essaouira where

    Pop culture or traditional culture?

    The Man Who Knew Too Much, Hitchcock’s 1956 thriller, with Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart opens in Marrakesh. Ten years later, in 1966, Our Man in Marrakesh aka Bang!

    2016 Grateful 52

    There’s a saying at home that you can take the man out of the bog but you can’t take the bog out of the man.

    Street food or restaurants?

    I wouldn’t think twice about eating from a market stall in Dublin or Budapest or London or anywhere in Europe, but move me to another

    Adamant or rude?

    I need to learn how to say no. A firm, authoritative, no. One that brooks no argument. It doesn’t need an exclamation mark. Or any

    Fear or propriety?

    I can sit for hours and watch the world go by, blatantly staring at the teeming masses that flow back and forth as I sit

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