Sometimes through all the noise, you have to strain to hear the melody.
Sail on, Sailor.
-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.
This is from seventeen years ago in this very space. I am impressed, even if I say so myself. At the time, I called it: Cursing (in) the ...
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