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So my great worked the Zone and toughed out some notable hardships including that time when the raisins in his table mate’s Oatmeal started moving. There was kind of like a ‘good luck’ ritual when you arrived. You flung your boater (or ‘Panama’ Hat) into the harbor on your arrival to signal a resolve to …

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As you might have surmised from my disquisitions on doornails I’m a sucker for ironmongery.

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Clio’s an unrelenting mistress. Grover’s actually an admirable Democrat (as far as that goes), if not well or fondly remembered.

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Perhaps a little late.

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Entirely handy. Try driving in New Hampshire without them.

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I’m sorry. As I’m sure you’ve gathered faithful readers, I disapprove of reality shows that don’t revolve around actual stuff like pushing dirt or cleaning up downstream of Tilapia farms (they actually have their own methods of clearing their pens, it’s no different from Lobsters really). I am sad/happy to report Sean Spicer is no …

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Flint. My people didn’t live there, they were too poor. Shack in farm country actually. Married up. Great Grandpa worked the Canal and invested early in Smuckers and Fischer Auto (He also bowled 300 at least twice, I have seen the scorecards and he would want me to mention that). Now, according to my relatives, …

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I have toyed in the past with the concept of monetizing content but I’ve come to realize that I’m much more interested in producing it despite the cries of “Get a job you bum.” Because I am an artist!

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Ah. good times, simpler times.

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Postulate 1-         You can never have enough Muppets. Postulate 2-         Trent Reznor is a God (not the God, a God). Conclusion (Full Lyrics)-

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Look- Texting and “The Internet” are not the same except for the underlying technology being digital. You can have one without the other. It’s like boats and farms, they both use water. Ask me about my Winnowing Fan because I’m tired of carrying it and want to build a Temple to Poseidon, God of Horses. …

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Barnum/Bunkum Bible-Beating Bastards Why can’t you be Ben Franklin White like me? I walk down Main St. in Bridgeport sometimes (it’s a very real place, ask any of the family at Ocean Sea Grill where you can eat the fish and not just sleep with them) and tell people it was once the site of …

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