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.
When our children were small, they had fish for pets. When I was small, I had a cocker spaniel who hated me and bit me all the time. No, you...
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