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.
I have the good fortune of rarely remembering my dreams , which would be a disappointment to oneirologists everywhere if I were a public fi...
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