Late last week I had a wacky dream about Gram. I don't recall it completely now, but it was weird, out-there. I think she was standing about, commenting, while John C. Reilly and I were ice-skating in the living room of a double-wide
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Since my mom is an hour and a half away, I can't just go raid her stuff.
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