It's a rare day when inspiration strikes me in a manner akin to that which happened to Saul on the way to Damascus (and no pony rides for birthday jokes, please; I have a saddle with a horn and I always use the direction indicators as well).
Unlike Saul, I was able and am delighted I am able to keep my name-it took so long to learn to spell it. Welcome to rare day, population ME.
What do I say when presented with a story such as Man Crashes Connecticut gas station, steals banana?
Thank you and Day O.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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