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Winkle, Rip Van

I was sitting at my desk when a man of about eighty poked his head into my office.

Patron: “Hi there, I’m Rip Van Winkle.”

Me [slightly confused]: “Oh, hello.”

Patron: “Tell me, does Ruth still work here?”

Me: “No, she does not.”

Patron: “Well, what about Helen?”

Me: “No, they both retired some time ago.”

Patron: “Hmmm, I must have been asleep for a long time.”

The patron then turned and walked out of the library.

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What the hell, I’ll admit it. I’ve probably watched more DVR’d episodes of “Naked and Afraid” over the last week or so than I have live Red Sox games.

Yes, that’s a real show, not a euphemism for Allen Webster’s comportment on the pitching mound,

Chad Finn

Chad Finn knows how to make an Allen Webster joke.

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One of the things that happens to everyone who is grief-stricken, who has lost someone, is there comes a time when everyone else just wants you to get over it, but of course you don’t get over it. You get stronger; you try and live on; you endure; you change; but you don’t get over it. You carry it with you.
Edward Hirsch

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