mysteries

Several months ago, my oldest stepdaughter wrecked the car. She wasn't hurt, but the incident was traumatic for several reasons, the chief being that on that one specific day, she not driving her car. She was driving our car.

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By Steve Brady

The first Saturday in May is upon us, and once again I attempt to untangle the mysteries of the Kentucky Derby, once and always a chaotic race. There are a couple of stories to keep an eye on in this year’s Run for the Roses.

The story off the track is the same one taking place in every other aspect of modern life—the availability of free information provided on the web.

I realize I’m slow on the go about some things.

So, campers of the male persuasion, would you really take advice from a guy called Mystery on how to be a pick-up artist. Yeah, I saw the show (15 minutes mind you and that was more than enough) of  “The Pick-up Artist” which was in a word … blech.

I know, I know. It’s been ages since I encouraged you to shut your office door and dance around like there’s nobody looking.

Sorry.

I’ve been remiss.

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