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Staggering in Through the Front Door, Winded
Blown off course by the hurricane, I find myself at a wedding in Boston. It’s OK though, I’ve been invited. My wife and I had fun, though I’m swearing off single malt, 17 year old scotch for the foreseeable future. I think I’m still hung over.
Barring 150 mile per hour winds, I’ll have something interesting to post tomorrow. So batten down the hatches til then.