I love days like this when the universe writes my stuff for me.
Would not be surprised to learn this is a day you when wish it would read it for you.
-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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