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.
Because I stopped twenty-nine years ago (on 30 September 1996), last Thursday's Great American Smoke-Out Day went by in a puff of --we...
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