I’m flying Southwest to Austin this morning (7:15 am departure) to visit my son Dylan, who recently moved there with his dog Rudy. I’m bringing two pairs of tight surgical gloves and ten all-but-worthless face masks. I’ve never taken such precautions before. I know they’re prudent measures, but we also know they’re slightly hysterical. Update: I’ve got the sniffles, and am occasionally sneezing. I guess that settles it…face mask!
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A friend suggested a list of the Ten Best American Crime Flicks of the ‘70s. By which he meant films...
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