I was walking down the street and a rough hewn log with a rope tied to it was following me. It just sort of floated behind me. When I was about a block from the house I grew up in, it darted ahead of me and beat me home.
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I'm wandering around with Wally and Jim Damberg on Mack Ave. We talk about how Fiddler's Music is closing and we should visit it o...
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Joe and I are on vacation in England for a week. I spend my day on a bus where they play the music of Oregon. On the last day of our trip, J... -
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