When I go out onto my balcony, I have to inevitably look at a sign for a barber's shop across the street that reads: "Razors Edge". It makes me cringe. Call me a stickler; call me picky; call me an English major
But, I have been cursed, not only with the ability to spell almost everything correctly, but also abilities in punctuation and grammar.
Woe is me.
P.S. I may be considered one of those young'uns (at 30 years), but I'm probably the exception to the rule. I always got in trouble when I was a kid because I would stay up late, with a flashlight, reading into the wee hours of the morning. Such a rebel
