I used to believe glass flowed like water, but VERY slowly. Glass in old buildings is thicker on the bottom than the top. But then I read that glass found in ancient Egyptian tombs showed no signs of flowing. I also learned how old glass panes were made with one edge thicker than the other and that thick edge was always put on the bottom. So one “belief” changed.
We are headed to Mount Carmel. I’m not worried about black cats, but I am worried about hitting a pot hole. I’m not worried about that broken mirror but I am worried about a speed trap. I’m not worried about Friday the Thirteenth.
Here are two links the reader may be interested in.
Friday the Thirteenth