I can’t explain to you why I’m suddenly in the market for antique Spanish swords from our war against Iberians in Teddy Roosevelt’s Caribbean but here I am hoping that geographic cures will work— A call to arms that only the wounded would heed. It hurts to be so sober on a Friday, half past […]
Mike Vahsen
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