When the call comes, it's never at a convenient time. In this instance, it was at 4 p.m. on a rainswept Saturday in late November. My great uncle, having lived to the improbable age of 102, had apparently finally worn down the staff at Brookside Willow Pavilions with his increasingly loud and incoherent and doleful jeremiads, and the Board of
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From 2005 to mid-2010 I posted stories here: http://benstockton.livejournal.com/
The one about hiking was just before this one. Let me double-check to see if it's still viewer restricted. It should be up shortly...
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