This is the third in a series of three notes I wrote on a recent afternoon.
This one was probably even more fun than the previous two.
Again, the quote was a perfect launching site for some aging-related revelry. Granted, maybe I’m unsettling the poor recipient (“What if this whack-job knows where I live?”), but hey!–those are the risks of ‘publishing’, right? Besides, I’m generally harmless. (Just keep your distance at coffee-and-scone time.)
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