Saturday, September 14, 2019

Paging Shoeless Joe Jackson

First in our occasional and more than likely sporadic series, "No Small Feat."
As seen on Franklin Street, Norwich, CT, yesterday
I have no explanation unless The Rapture is to be an individual and personal experience and has already started in which case I hope the Kingdom of Heaven has odor-eaters.
-bill kenny 
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