As a junior high school kid in Oregon in the 60’s…yes, I wore saddle shoes. We were cool in saddle shoes and knee socks and plaid kilts. Continue reading
New Job
dear diary, it was a long week and the story of a new job
Much like Jasmine crashed in her nest, Friday night found me nodding off pretty early as I curled up on the couch. A new job will do that to ya. Continue reading
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