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I will never forget that story.

WTF?

These are absolutely beautiful. I had never heard of him and am so glad you wrote this.

My Scandinavian forebears farmed in ND for several generations. I don’t know how they did it and only go there for special occasions. Those protesters are a special breed.

That kind of thing happened for six or so months after my husband died. Pictures of guitars would randomly pop up on the screen(he was a musician) and blank calls would come through. It was strange and comforting at the same time.

Never quite figured that out myself.

Staying at my boyfriend’s apartment and found a dirty sex letter(this was way before texting) from a girl who lived six states away. The letter was sitting open on his kitchen table. Idiot.

We can only hope.

After Gacy I can’t imagine anyone dressed as a clown in public not to expect to get blown away. And I’m good with that.

Cackling over here. Thanks.

They remind me of Morganna, the kissing bandit.

That place was a blast as a kid in the 70s. Went there in the late 80s and it had deteriorated into some sort of psycho-circus. Those girls would fit right in.

My brother can raise one eyebrow. That bastard. (no really, I love my brother).

Quite a lot of stuff out here named after Illinois and Wisconsin stuff. There's a Kenosha range of mountains. We're expats.

There’s a metric shit-ton of Northern Illinoisans in Colorado. I cheer for the Cubs. I’ll also pull for the Sox on occasion. What the hell have the Rockies ever done for me?

You have to find the right buyer. BF is currently trying to sell old barnwood from a barn he disassembled himself. He does woodworking in his spare time and just can’t do what he wants because he’s too busy. Buyers don’t magically appear. Personally I hate to see the old barns come down.

We were at my inlaws for the weekend And my mother in law told us. I couldn't believe it. I was fine until the funeral when they showed the boys. I had lost my mom a few years earlier and I just cried for them.

I was in high school when she started up. My mom and I watched her every afternoon. Even when I was in college I would watch Oprah with mom if I wasn't Working. Mom died a few years later and Oprah is still a happy memory.

I live at the bottom of two miles of seven and a half percent grade. It’s a common occurrence for semis to tip over as soon as they hit the bottom. There really isn’t any room along the way for a runaway ramp although it has been discussed. Quite exciting to be home when someone tips over at the bottom.