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
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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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