Each month my house is the site of a battle.
Call it what you will -- East against West, old against new, the "stamp" of authority against the voice of dissent, or whatever -- it is still a battle I can never win.
On one side stands me: fairly bald, fairly dumpy, fairly young at heart and altogether Western.
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