When I was a kid, I would sometimes spend the night at the firehouse where my dad worked — station 9, which is up a steep hill from my house.
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Never drink and meet
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December 11, 2005
If you have nothing nice to say…
Funny how I haven’t posted a lot today after pledging to be nice. Surprising, eh?
April 16, 2004
