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Even an overzealous freelancer named BJ (presumably an abbreviation for “Big Jerk” as he was…
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The Young Members Circle of the Museum of the City of New York held their…
I promise this will be the last mention of what turned into a truly bad…
I wrote this back in 2016. But, Lord knows, I need good fortune in 2025 after having another one of the most tumultuous years of my life. In addition, we are idiotically going into a very scary time with a criminally insane, coup-staging, convicted felon, serial rapist, and complete moron as the President of the United States. So, I am reposting this story with the hopes that we will all — individually, and as a nation — have good fortune in 2025.
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