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.
Spring 2026, says my desk calendar, begins/began at 10:46 this morning. I should point out that yesterday, Spring's Eve (did I just make...
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