Saturday, November 29, 2025

"Long live the

  micromanagers!"  Some cheered.  Nobody boo'd.  Someone said Tally Ho.  And one still drunk from a funeral weeks before garbled, F them, whoever they are. 

  "Language," a community mom warned. 

  The room seemed about evenly split on whether or not to go with a set of managing partners.  There were plenty of personal pros and cons.  Some accusations.  Documentation to dispute accusations.  And a reluctance to rubber up to the road.  They would need to get paid. 

  Like hopping around on an archipelego of above water land spots, the latest stall to economic boom had people sticking together in knots of human chain often encountering human road block to workable solution.


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