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August 2005

  • Tunamelts in heaven

    Walden Cabin was robbed this weekend. Our housekeeper Eileen stopped in to prepare the place for guests and the locks were gone. She bolted like she’d seen a ghost, without even going inside. I…

  • Butterflies?

    I think I’m dying. Which must mean that things are going extremely well. I suffer from a range of neuroses that creep up from the pit of my past and hold me back, mostly…