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A Tale of Tail O’ the Pup and The Outback

My hair was probably popping out of it’s piled high prison, and I’m sure I had a false eyelash or two hanging on by sheer willpower. And there I was, munching on a super chili dog with extra onions and a tall Coca Cola only a few hours before I had either class at the local college or a job to go to. Continue reading

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Invasion of the Statler Smurf Heads and other Tales of Deception.

One standout incident happened when I was fourteen. In 1964, my best friend Louise and I latched onto the latest and greatest definition of COOL! Only, I think we used the term “bitchen, . . . Continue reading

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