After what feels like many years without rainfall (I just received my hyperbole booster shot and it may have already kicked in), we're sitting in some genuine (and desperately needed if not always appreciated) rain here in Southeastern Connecticut.
I hate grey days and search frantically for points of light and I think I found one, right here.
So I'm guessing not every fireman needs to wear red suspenders to keep their pants up, especially if they're not wearing any.
-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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