I’m not what the New York Times would call a great writer; OK, I’m probably not what even you would call a great writer. Alright, I confess: I’m not even a writer. Actually I’m a little embarrassed that my primary writing skills are speelign and the ability to sometimes form complete sentences, but finding the way words flow together is therapeutic; it’s a moral man’s opium and this blog is my cup.

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