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Finally…

I keep meaning to get here but it seems to be the last place I land in a week’s time.  Sometimes I don’t have any noises I want to write about but I know if I was still the ‘Winehead’ or dealing poker I’d probably be here every day.  Whatever the case may be, I seem to run out of time and energy about the time my head is leading me to my pillow. Continue reading Finally…