Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Sometimes through all the noise, you have to strain to hear the melody.
Sail on, Sailor.-bill kenny
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