Red hears a squirrel scampering in the foggy bushes. Today is dense with fog, and all I hear is the horn down at the lighthouse like a great big iron cow.
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Unsung

There was Pope John Paul for twenty-odd years. I remember learning at the time that the new pope gets to choose his own name. So all this time I was pretty sure his successor would call himself - in the spirit of reunition - Pope George Ringo.

Those two have never gotten the credit they deserve. Ratzinger's not helping.

Three parking spaces. The guy that got out of it was about 5'5". (Or maybe it was an optical illusion because he made his truck so ridiculously oversized.) He went into the dentist's office, so I have to think he lives in West Seattle. It must be an intense pain in the arse to deal with this thing every day in the city - not just for fellow drivers, but for the wee man driving it. People...
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