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The Old Man at the White Horse Tavern
He was old and broken, but unbowed in his wheel chair. The lady who brought him in could have been his daughter, but she wasn’t. She was very pretty. For several weeks I watched her wheel him in for lunch each Wednesday at the White Horse Tavern. That’s the bar in the Village, NYC where Dylan Thomas died. The old man… Read more »
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Me, Boo, and The Goob
No one could possibly enjoy raising kids more than I have. Each and every day was an exciting new adventure. We have had funerals for bunny rabbits, and created glow in the dark skeletons. I coached every recreational league sport known to man. I have probably spent years at Six Flags, Dorney Park, the Jersey… Read more »
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A brave new world
it begins.