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Call it de facto segregation, if you will

I love how songs can stir memories of people, events, and times in one’s life

Playing on a grass tennis court is my idea of heaven

Arrivals and a departure

Forty-nine was a good age to celebrate because it was still younger than 50

But Sunday arrived, time presented itself, the dump beckoned

I am the designated joyous one

Eating is what Leo does best

It seems that this year June is being swept into the maelstrom

It takes place every year on the first day at the beach