At one time I gave some serious thought to posting nothing but uplifting stuff every single day of the week. And then I realized a decade plus into doing this on a daily basis, someone, somewhere might wonder if I had been kidnapped or was being held against my will.
That means I have a quandary; attempt to be uplifting while also staying in character.
Nailed it, unless you're named Timmy or Jimmy, and either of you is stuck in a well, in which case you knew the gig was sketchy when you signed on.
-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.
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Channeling Ted Lasso
Belief is a wonderful thing. It's not better than pony rides for your birthday, admittedly, but it's powerful stuff and can get yo...
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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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