Just sifting through the noise.
Give me a partially washed-out dirt road with gravel on the side. Not a perfect road. Not a smooth road, or one of those polished streets with painted lines and lights telling everybody exactly when to stop and go. Give me the old dirt road. The one with ruts in it. The one where rain […]
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Pull up a chair. This one is being written by your old uncle, the one you rarely speak to, and that may be too bad because you might have missed something. He is a little strange, sure. Around here we call him Disco Grandpa. He has been known to chair dance, argue with cheese, protect […]
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