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Continue reading →: Ryan Walks into a BarI met a friend today who I haven’t seen for 30 years. I drove thirty or so miles nortth to Mt. Vernon and walked into a nearly empty lunch time brew pub. I walked in and said I am meeting Ryan and had a seat. The waitress and I had…
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Continue reading →: Ghosts of HopeWhat’s one thing you own that holds deep sentimental value? I don’t own it. I only contain it and sometimes not at all. I own an active imagination and I never wanna lose that. I also believe that they’re good people in the world and I embrace them. And I…




