Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Ruth is stranger than Bridget.
I know, you're wondering when did I get this good with Photoshop. I didn't. This is all real to the point of surreal.
Lock him up and lose the key.-bill kenny
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I figure everyone with a pulse, or an approximation, is waxing poetic today in honor of Mother's Day, as well we should. My mom wrangle...
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