We got a In-This-Year-Of-My-Life Christmas letter from our neighbor, Bates.
One of the low-lightes---
Bates is a train engineer. This year his train rain over two people, making a career total of eight. He's said that suicide by train is not uncommon. It's easy and it can be carried out by fence-sitters. I'm not commiting suicide. I'm walking down a train track with my tunes cranked up.
One case was more tragic. Two sets of train tracks were next to each other. A lady put pennies on the right most tracks. She then walked back to the left most tracks to watch the train squash the pennies.
The train was actually on the left set of tracks tracks.
On the Road. to the Magnolia State, Land of Cotton, Good People and Other
Sundry Matters
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Well, today finds me packing up for an early morning ride tomorrow across
the Big Muddy. My assignment from the Powers at Be is to delve into the
intake...
13 hours ago
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