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.
Russ was married to my middle sister, Kara, the father of three sons and a granddaughter. I was very fortunate to know him and have him as a...
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