-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.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Jesus, Take the Nikes
I was cleaning my glasses yesterday morning when the large type of the headline in my local newspaper caught my eye and served as an incentive to quickly finish the cleaning and get back into the land of the literate: Vatican launches track team.
If you think Air Jordans are pricy, wait until you start shopping for Air Francis.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
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