Otis doesn't want you to give up your creativity. Try folding pages in a book. We are doing that. (The his-story book bought "used" had only three sentences we needed to read. No kidding...) Trace wants you to read this, go ahead and fold it up
My Uncle Chet and my Aunt Mary inherited Grandma Rose's cabin in Solon Springs, south of Superior, Wisconsin. I spent my childhood at the lake with them. He let me hold my first garden snake and took me berry picking. One time, he saved my life when I was stung in the face by hornets. He was the best uncle on the planet. He was goofy, and really really silly at times which made him all the more loveable.
Like the crooked man who lived in a crooked house, it was the characterful, not to say skew-whiff, nature of the house that first drew him there: ‘It works quite well with the higgledy-piggledy of my collecting.’
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