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B-Days, as in several assorted with their autumn tales. Good thing these only come around and are thus counted once per year, if you get ahead of yourself. Fall fests that bring out the fest in us. So much so that with the overkill, even HudsonWiNightlife gets overtired and sleeps rather than put in overtime. This all of again, autumn, spins from the 23rd, so it could have been done as an automated message!

Boy the 23rd and beyond (and even a bit before) hit home like none other, be it birthdays (many times

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One was a taller man with longer arms so this is not a reach … Even though he fell hard to the canvass, not the artificial turf. Adrian it turns out was not as adroit in the squared circle as on a rectangular 100-yard field. But the old No. 28 was still sported by many in the days and even a week after the vicious TKO. Payback in the fifth round for those years of punishing safeties in the fourth quarter?

The tale of the tape is told by (size of) jerseys in a sport where, you know, they wear them.

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Go to the Shamrock this Saturday, and you can party at a halfway to St. Paddy’s Day event by dropping as little as $2.50, that being for a favorite shot of brand-name whiskey. Similar pricing for many brews and mixed drinks. So bring the fire and get yourself some Fireball. And also at this longtime New Richmond Pub, music by the tried and true, Trandy Blue, a veteran of such events.

We as the Irish and our ilk are halfway home. So if you can’t wait another six months for a

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Iron Maiden, although not necessarily blue-collar, labors through this holiday with high energy (that does not include utilities) and continues pray tell, to reward with Writings On The Wall, and therefore evangelize This Brave and now even Braver New World with messages to many millions that are timeless. All the 2022 concerts. All colors. But succinct in song, no droning on.

You all know I geek out about Iron Maiden … but the time has (not come) to close our eyes

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I had a midsummer night’s dream. Actually a collection of random thoughts that don’t even include Freud, although She Agreed that all great bartender conversations start and end with such, as we psychoanalyze each other, looking for Dream Theater. To wit or not to wit: It’s not midsummer anymore by any stretch so maybe all this stuff if existential is at this point a stretch.

Put this way in an actual sign, there since midsummer, and could this be a temp’s nightmare/dream job? “You don’t

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An acutely august August, by the numbers, is in the books and fallen away, with fall and its autumn around the corner. And the books have capital letters. So September and a Big Such Days among only 14 now come Roaring in. All vigorously in Just One Venue! —– And then there are those (vigorous?) Germans and their chosen one time of year, to fall off the beer wagon, detailed in the last two paragraphs of this post. The best for last, unlike that nasty backwash.

If you thought they couldn’t roll it out further, with a barrel of fun, and at The GasLite couldn’t follow-up

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