Sunday, June 8, 2025

I was. ..

  I was investigating the actual tree mulch with a cracker jack box magnifying glass when I got upgraded to a real one.

  "The top gorilla please," a long haired Lisa spoke into the table phone we'd brought on trains from Long Island and plugged into a junction box in Michigan.

  Our operator was in a field communique that looked like a big rubber boot.

  They'd broken through to Big Bear Newspapers.  So people were pressing the suspected press people for infomation like Obits. 





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