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RENO, NEVADA: A WESTERN UNION TELEGRAM SLIPPED UNDER A BOARDING HOUSE DOOR ON AN EASTER SUNDAY

It wasn’t funny really, yet nearly forty years later I smiled, almost laughed, as I thought of it while walking on the treadmill. What makes slapstick tickle my ribs, even real-life slapstick? Aunt Lacy and I were in Cincinnati on … Continue reading

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