I have returned from my New England vacation. One of the influential writers of my teen years, Mickey Spillane, died while I was gone. I, THE JURY; VENGEANCE IS MINE; KISS ME DEADLY; THE BIG KILL all great books that I found and devoured once upon a time. Google him if you don't know about him.
I have had adventures great and small; I brushed against my heroic twin, saw orbs in Salem, ate liver and onions with the Polonia Brothers in Wellsboro, ate mussels with my pal Jason Santo in Ipswich, went whale watching, visited graveyards.
Obviously, I'm tired. More later.
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