I'm in front of our house on Rivard. Fred Stafford is there and we're having a brainstorming session trying to come up with a clever name for a boxing match.
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We were going to have a picnic with our youngest daughter at Elmwood Cemetery. When we get there, there were a bunch of kids, climbing the...
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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... -
A roomful of people are killed because they were wearing headphones. I'm alive and have to fake being dead and then try to escape. I... -
One of the weirdest dreams ever. I was at the opera hanging out in the Donor Lounge. Nancy Moore came up to me and told me she was fired. I...
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