My Five-Dollar Yard
in defense of half-assed jobs
Last week, I spent some time pleasantly picking at the scabs of memory from my skinned-knee days. Creepy but satisfying. I was only nine when Buck Rogers in the 25th Century premiered (prime time!)…
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