Many years ago I bought a globe for the education and entertainment of my many children and me. Said globe is pictured at left. After long and faithful service, this pictographically enhanced orb has taken some licks. When the stand broke a year or so ago, I finally decided I needed to pitch it. Three times I have actually deposited battered ball into the waste bin. Each time it finds its way back into the house. "Dad, you accidentally threw this out", one or other of my offspring will say, and back in the house it comes. It's like the Jason of globes. Two old songs come to mind:
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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