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I have been a model law-abiding citizen my entire life, skirting the law only when clearly undetectable, so the few encounters I have had with law enforcement were to me all awkward. I believe the first situation occurred when I was a 21 year old senior in college. My circle of friends (both of them)
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Fabulous. I graduated three times (with awesome distinction), got my first car and my first kiss, started my first full-time job, and grew seven inches. It was just a peaceful decade, a great time to be alive. Seriously, though, it was a phenomenal ten years in our American history with successes, discoveries, change, unrest, protests,
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I did enjoy law school more than college because that’s when I started smoking. I thought it was a cool thing to do and for some inexplicable reason it seemed to provide me with a sense of self-confidence, or at a minimum it allowed me to feel more at ease in new and sometimes stressful
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I doubt that there is an extensive history of funny things that happened at church. After all, church is a place for reverence and prayer, not a locale for stand-up comedy (except perhaps for Southern Baptists churches). Still, I have personally experienced church incidents which although probably are not comedic in nature are at least
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Monica Gilvary was a first cousin of my father. The family called her Monnie. She lived and worked in Manhattan for all of her adult life, I believe. To my knowledge she never married so I guess she could be described as a spinster. I met her about a half dozen times when she would
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I have written before about my Dad and how he was such an integral part of my upbringing. He demonstrated his love for me every step of the way and encouraged me at every turn. He taught me to be studious and showed me what leadership is. I believe I am a generous person because
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I was asked this question in the course of writing my highly acclaimed memoir (“Tis The Drink Talking) and in Chapter 46, Verse 7, Page 292, I humorously responded “Sacrifice Bunts, Double Plays, and Hail Mary Passes”. Since I’m being asked the same question again it is apparent that my flippant reply left my readers
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The decade of my childhood was the 1950s. Perhaps I’m just nostalgic about life in the ‘50s, but by any measure it was in my view so much more peaceful and so much less stressful than life today. It was the simplest of times. Our veterans who returned from the “war to end all wars”
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What rummage sale did these questions come from? Is someone testing my endurance? I’m going to comply. I’ve given a lot of thought to the answers. Please don’t ridicule them because I’m speaking from the heart. First-ever film I saw: At first I thought that would be The Jazz Singer, an Al Jolson movie, but
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