Cheer up they said; things could get worse. So I did cheer up and things got worse.
Two riders were approaching. The wind began to howl.
-bill kenny
-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.
Cheer up they said; things could get worse. So I did cheer up and things got worse.
In the Late Sixties/Early Seventies, one of the first jobs I ever had was as a stockboy in a grocery store (a Shop-Rite in South Bound Brook...
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