August

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Today took me down to the record stores on Bleecker Street. I thought I should buy my favorite album or song, but then I remembered that I don’t have a favorite anything. Annoying at times like this. So I looked through old country music that reminded me of my Dad, the big van, and countless

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    Q: What do Lincoln and a tracking bloodhound have in common? A: They’re both on the (s)cent! Warning. Feel free to respond with a joke, but I will be deleting offensive political comments at my own discretion. (photo credit Wikipedia)