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I spent the first couple of years of the pandemic coming home at night, disinfecting, changing into uncontaminated clothing, drinking wine, and listening to Clemson alum Jesse Rice on Tropic Rock, wishing I was anywhere but where I was. That's all I've got. Otherwise, fuck Clemson.

Embryonic John Denver.

Sidekick?

Wonder who won the college fb championship that year?

CSB incoming. My youngest son was one of the costume supervisors on this show, and got to shepherd BBT around greater Jacksboro for a couple of days.They commandeered the local hospital for a shoot, and Hunter and BBT were standing by the door to the emergency room when a woman in labor happened in. Billy Bob opened the door for her, tipped his hat, and said "Ma'am". Holding her gravid belly with both hands, she looked at my boy with a quizzical expression. He just shook his head and said "No one will ever believe you".

Horns 24 Dogs 13. 31 for 143.

Or worse...

Kick. Ass.

Made me chuckle.

Goddammit-mine too.

And, of note, his Harvard-trained internist died of prostate cancer in his fifties because HE NEGLECTED TO GET A PHYSICAL!!!!!

In northeastern Montana, it was Taco John's.

"Howdy, ma'am. I'm Bucky Goldstein".