Out for a walk this morning, I ran into Scotty coming down North Avenue. “Where did you sleep last night,” I asked? “In my usual spot down at the cemetary, on the porch.” I guess I’d call it a quiet room with a view.
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Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.
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