Block · one region of the page, as the scanner read it. It may hold a whole story, part of one, several, or an advertisement; stitching blocks into articles is the next step. Text is supplied OCR.
Page 5 · column 2 of 5 · from the scan, no model involved
“When you say vine, do you mean Tarzan-swinging-from-the-trees type vine, or the Vinca-we’ve-got-in-the-window-boxes type vine?”
“That depends," my son replied. “Who’s Tarzan?"
Wisely, I didn't try to explain Tarzan and they didn't try to show me how to do Sudoku, an unfortunate pastime that involves math and to my way of non-number-loving-thinking looks like about as much fun as having one’s large intestine removed laparoscopically and being forced to wear it like a feather boa.
Instead we hit the Internet and searched on “Kudzu."
The images of the broad-leafed plant, sometimes resplendent with blue or purple blooms, were both mesmerizing and horrifying, not to mention startlingly reminiscent of the sets in “Edward Scissorhands." Picture after picture showed it blanketing abandoned barns, fallen trees and untended pastures all over the South, and site after site described its startling and unstoppable summer growth rate of a foot a day.
A foot a day! And I thought nothing could spring up faster than mv 17 year old. If it eats as much as he does, we’re all doomed.
I logged off and looked at my younger son and his pal, both of whom were busy adding a lovely orange coating of Cheez Puffs to their filthy fingers, “Where exactly did you two see
88.6%