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oh what a storm... and the wife says "you won't leave me, and besides look at that snow" so i grabbed up all i had that meant something, my guitar,my dog, and my favorite rocking chair with no legs and blaazed a trail through the snow down to Squash Inn in moosup, ct. (local waterin hole/ biker bar)
don't think i left for the next five years. guess i showed her!
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