November 2015

If you're of advanced years and you saw me in my Halloween costume a few evenings ago, then please accept my apologies. Dressing up as The Grim Reaper – complete with scythe – is not something I do on 364 evenings of the year, so if you did spy me and thought I'd come to cart you off to the other side of the astral plane, then I'm sorry.

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