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September 20, 2012

Suddenly remembering where the exhaust flange clamp had been left in a flustered bit ‘o airheaded pique, it was useless to ponder the arduous, knuckle-busting repair its recovery entailed – over the obnoxious din of a wide open tailpipe shouting out strident petro-addled 4-banger explosions just north of the muffler.

Meanwhile, stack at the branch, a white pine limb-up job awaited the tree sloth’s attentions, and a pencil had gone dull, necessitating honing, but squeezing 100 words out of this typical morning mental cloud turned out to be an exercise in futility.

Ergo, as the exhaust bellows its odious primal roar…