As a child I had an imaginary friend named Marty. We did almost everything together except play catch and practice our trapeze act. He disappeared when I was nine when the kid down the street, Bobby, moved with his family to Ohio. I've always wondered but never really known....
As an adult I decided to embrace what Edgar Allen Poe called "The Imp of the Perverse." I call him my evil twin, Skippy. Eight out of ten people who know me say they prefer him to me. The other two think I'm his evil twin. I often wish he'd move to Ohio.
That brings us to the subject of Manti Te'O. Nah, too easy.
-bill kenny
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Eleven Years On
I'm reprising something I wrote years ago on this date because there was nothing else to write but the words of the next paragraphs. And...
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Tell him to walk east until his hat floats, ;-)
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