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The Next President of the United States

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Art of the Early Storage Period

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The Way We Weren’t

Okay, so the deaths of the Clydesdales were greatly exaggerated. Now I am questioning everything I remember. For example, Friday night, Catherine the Red… … and I had dinner at the apartment of the nice young man above, Damon. Note Damon’s view, which isn’t just a bunch of lights, it’s a view of the river.…
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Vindicated
After weeks of ridicule, I have been vindicated. The ridicule mounted so high I was inspired to write a note to Bill McClellan, a columnist for the Post-Dispatch, to wit: Am I the only one who remembers in the late eighties/early nineties there was a string of Clydesdale murders? I distinctly recall a series of…
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Baby Panda Has A Cold
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Book Update
Here’s an update on the nightstand bookpile: 1. Marley and Me. Done. The dog DIES. I was sobbing at the end. 2. So, for something more cheery, I started Night. Note to self: don’t read books about the Holocaust before being evaluated by the Neuropsychiatrist. It did make me want to read Night II, or…
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Why I Hate Halloween

