For reasons too boring (and a little more personal than I'm comfortable with), we interrupt this daily screed for this.
Join us tomorrow for more thrills and chills, more or less.
-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.
For reasons too boring (and a little more personal than I'm comfortable with), we interrupt this daily screed for this.
Join us tomorrow for more thrills and chills, more or less.
-bill kenny
The first time I saw my wife, Sigrid, in a club in the Sachsenhausen district of Frankfurt am Main, she was wearing a Buffalo Sabers hock...
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