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Letter to my son and his lady friend after a long and late night with
Dear Max and Hannah (please share this with her; I don’t have her e-mail), We’re alive. Up, finally, and pouring coffee to the veins. Arrived home at 11:30, then decompressed with whiskey and…
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Close encounters of the marvelous kind
When the world gives you rain, it also gives you museums. Who wants to be inside when the weather is glorious, no matter how glorious the weather inside? The interior of a building…