Celebrate USA. Free gallon of tea with every family meal. Every marquee in front of each local restaurant peddled the same deal.
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I don’t know why I have to drink beer when I brown beef but I just do. Maybe so I’m doing something other than drinking. I went back to my notes from Friday morning on Cougar Mountain with the dog, debated breaking my blogging habit, but came back to carry over my notes, cracked the window to let the smell out: the ant guy had been back Friday and we told him about the mouse, but I found it after he left in the bottom of the garbage can staring at me, and Dawn took it to the field across the road and tossed it there. 726 more words
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“The stranger at the heart of my journey is me—transformed.” — Joseph Dispenza in his book, The Way of the Traveler…