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I can't hear that John Mayer song without thinking about our four daughters, and not just because they'll probably choose my nursing home.
I went to school in Hicksville, New York, starting in 1957 when my parents moved my big brother and me out of Manhattan, where we went to Saint Monica grade...
Zack the Ripper had no idea what he was looking at but he was not about to let that simple truth stand in his way.