An old Irish curse goes: May the devil make a ladder of your backbones while picking apples in the garden of hell. If you’d rather offer someone a friendlier wish, try May angels bless your sleep with the smell of apple pies. This is part of a...
ladder people n.pl.— «In this working-class town built by immigrants from Europe generations ago, some locals have taken to calling the latest arrivals from overseas “the ladder people,” for the cranes and ladders on the...