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Die with your boots on. OK not quite that severe. Sidewalks caked with snow as big as the length of your shoe meant that shopping downtown vs. up on the hill were different considerations. So I point it out by calling a spade a spade, as per just who shoveled where first. Might need to lace up a snowshoe or two. Or even hit the road, literally, though a pedestrian.

This one was not a bust. It came for us! In that you can trust. (And things almost got a

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As rarely useful as day(s)-after-feasting roast gravy, are these random, free-wheeling and ramshackle from late-November ramblings-on. If you find this fun, post-holiday and still very-pre-Xmas (accent on Advent) rundown of mini-yarns-nonsense useful, not greasy, you’ve indeed greatly and gainfully been Kissed (with white lips) By Black Friday, While I … The Blue Sky (of Cyber Monday), so thereby ‘Cuse Me, being the scribeful friar, Hendrix style.

Ah. November. The season of holidays. (Religious, secular, family-er, decorative, foodie and commercial/consumer.) Holy, holy, holy. A collection, from the

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There is a gap, in logic, and it has nothing to do with shopping for clothes. Or gifts. (Insert Trojan Horse reference?) Black Friday is still a ways off. And there are precious little number of games, much less gems, to be seen at the sports bar, right now. So what to view? All that glitters is gold, for Trump and his hyped meeting with the crown prince, that was until we got to watch The Epstein Files come crashing down on him. Unless there is a last-minute filing … (Congress just voted to release.)

We have a gap. And not just in redacted info that’s blackened out, as in names of those who are

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