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I did, indeed, meet Gregg Allman. I got there just as they were running out of books and got two of the last ones, then commenced the waiting. I was in line for about two and a half hours before … Continue reading
That’s what time the doorbell rang. I know I didn’t dream it, because the dog woke up too. I shushed her and crept into the living room and peeked out to see if anyone was there. I don’t know why … Continue reading
If Augusta National doesn’t want to allow women, that don’t confront me none. It’s a private club and it’s their right to limit membership as they please. I think it makes them look like a bunch of childish assholes, but … Continue reading
The Masters is coming up. I don’t play golf and I don’t belong to a country club. But here’s a little tidbit for you to ponder. Augusta National doesn’t allow women members. Women may play at Augusta National as guests. … Continue reading
My friend Therra has posters of Elvis in her chicken coop. Because chicks dig Elvis.