The caterpillar sheds his skin to find the butterfly within.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
-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.
The caterpillar sheds his skin to find the butterfly within.
It was a Sunday morning on the East Coast, eighty-four years ago tomorrow, when the world as we had known it changed and became the world we...
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