On the drive to play catch, I spotted an electronic billboard that read 29 degrees. I believe it. The Bryan Family Millennium Falcon protested the colder weather with multiple low tire pressure lights glaring from the dashboard.
Bridgette ...
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Day #312
The electronic billboard said the temperature was 44 degrees, but I’m pretty sure it was lying. Hypothesis: I fully expect there to be feet of snow on the ground before Thanksgiving. Whatever the real temperature happened to be, Matt ...
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Day #311
On the day we were originally scheduled to play catch, in the wee hours of the morning, there were multiple murders in Springfield. Since he is Springfield’s Chief of Police, Chief Williams notified me of his unavailability to meet as well ...
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Day #310
I woke up early to vote before the day trip figuring polls would be closed by the time Kaylea and I returned home. (I was right.) Sophie was already awake, so she accompanied me to the small polling station, the Catholic church adjacent to ...
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Day #309
“Happy Guy Fawkes Day. I can get a mask and play catch if necessary,” Dad texted.
To which I replied, “Remember, remember, the fifth of November…”
“The gunpowder treason and plot…”
“I know of no reason…”
“Why the gunpowder ...
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