Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and see.
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me...
-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.
Out walking the other day , I passed a Chevy of some kind (I think) with Connecticut tags wrapped in a chrome frame with black lettering ins...
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