I am (was) more worried about getting kicked out of the football complex and not getting to go to the game.
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Feeling froggy after all my toad licking.
Yeah...just yeah.
I'm sure BleuTeuf is raising a glass somewhere.
The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald was 47 years ago today.
Go ahead, crank it up.
In the summer of 1971, fresh off my Duke graduation, I tended bar at a resort in Minnesota (Brainerd, hello Fargo!) and unfortunately my very best customer for two weeks was a constantly inebriated Gordon Lightfoot...I tried to get him to dial it back (he was a pleasant but morose drunk) but no dice on that.
The irony of the 13 jobs was that I was taking a year of leisure before entering Miami Law School. So I go down to Miami in August of 1972 and I find that I hate the town, was unimpressed with the school, and wondered what I was doing there. Three weeks late I embarked for the Green Mountain State...
(I worked at a golf course one summer, cleaning shoes, bathrooms, clubs, but not during the Year of 13 Jobs.) Loved playing with the golf carts when the manager was gone.
Where Anne hath a will, Anne Hathaway.
I see I’ve left everyone speechless