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Where I’m from, the downtown is close to a river that’s more or less the reason for the town existing. In unsurprising city core fashion, there’s a small park on the water at the end of our Main Street, petering out on either side to shipping docks, rail yards, and other industrial accoutrements. The park’s… Continue reading Freudian Slip

Last year we had the people shouting “buy stamps!” as a way to save the United States Postal Service from a business man appointed by the old businessman president. We shouted this to each other despite the fact no one writes letters or really sends anything with stamps much at all, compared to what we… Continue reading Three Stamps