My mom, tired of the snow and the cold of the Northeast, called Florida home for many, many years.
I keep telling myself she probably never had the pleasure of knowing, or knowing about, anyone resembling Shawn Kilums.
I wish I could say the same, don't you?
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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Thursday, August 16, 2018
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Well, The Telephone Was Ringing....
I have the good fortune of rarely remembering my dreams , which would be a disappointment to oneirologists everywhere if I were a public fi...
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I wrote this five years ago in an effort to make sense of the unfathomable horror of the darkest day on the calendar in my lifetime. It...
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My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
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You may not have yet started to notice, but the days are getting shorter--yes, I know, hot summer nights and all that, but since we've h...