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May 16, 2020
He knew that the time was-a-wastin’, and though he’d been through that and taken a pastin’, someday he knew that he would live to rue that tractor’s demise before its time was through. Some surprise.
It is now time for another anecdotal bellicosity.  Out on Monk Street, a true believer is walking his sweet old Golden Reriever. Mo mask? You ask? Hey, let’s hear some static. Don’t take him to task, ‘cause he’s asymptomatic.
“I don’t recall ever seeing anything like this in my life,” Davey H muses. “But it’s not terribly surprising; we never can agree on anything anyway.