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“I am This Many Old!”
Remember when you were the age when you stretched out your arm, extended your fingers high in the air to proudly announce that you were “this many years old?” It was a simple time, the halcyon crayon days of youth. Of make-believe, Captain Kangaroo and imagination, loving family meeting your needs, safe at home. You…
…and then that happened. What a Week.
I like vacation and I always have this sixth sense that tells me the world is going to lose its damn mind at a time corresponding to the time I go on vacation. My last day off, Pope Francis died. One time I was in London, and someone decided to hurl a brown show at…