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late arrival

The sun was forgotten when the boys arrived the younger fuzzy draped sleepily over his father’s shoulder, the older just antsy from the confines of the booster seat. Always such journeys end at night with uncertain entry into a semi-familiar … Continue reading

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thinking about ed

we used to sit on our lawn chairs by the river Sunday afternoons with a beer or two and our binoculars in the shade of the old oak and speculate about how many topless babes we would spot sunning on … Continue reading

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