The cat ran from window to window wild after birds all peppy in the warm grey of the day. And I remembered how much Spring always heralded the possibility of brief and sweet hope.
A Guy Walks Into 365 Bars…Again! Bar Number 207: Grandma’s Bar & Grill, Inc.
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*Okay, today we’re off to Henry…*
*Whoops, who’s that knocking at the door…*
*Henry Fonda!*
*No, I wasn’t calling you Henry, I was about to say that we...
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