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No Fortune For Me
When I was seventeen I was offered the opportunity to become a millionaire. I turned it down. I have no regrets. It was 1973 and I was working at the time for the local McDonald’s, making the princely sum of $1.12 an hour. Summer was ending and I had decided not to return to school, […]
Harby
I suppose an explanation is in order. Certainly a fellow blogger thought so, sending me an email asking if somehow something had been dropped from my post on stuffed animals. The short answer is no. I just didn’t think to explain myself. And I suppose I really should explain why my son’s stuffed toy rabbit, […]
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