Friday, April 27, 2012
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I figure as a 35-year ad man, wannabe blues boy, writer, granddude (can’t say grandfather), liberal, frat boy, beer/whiskey/wine drinking, army vet, dues paying, balding mofo, I get to wail at the winds once in a while. And even if nobody hears any of it, well, you know, the trees still fall down…