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Al Batt: Tote that bag or go to tote bag camp somewhere
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt The weather was close. That’s how my mother would have described it. Stifling humidity surrounded me and it ...
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt The weather was close. That’s how my mother would have described it. Stifling humidity surrounded me and it ...
Cheap gas! I hit the brakes and swerved off the road because a gas station, long out of business, left a sign proclaiming its ancient ...
I was certain it was a trap to lure me out of hiding and bring me to justice for not turning in my slide rule.
A Canada goose sounded like a car horn in need of tinkering. It was an avian tickle as I knuckled the sleep from my eyes. ...
I didn’t have to herd cats.
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt Angry hailstones the size of bowling balls had battered my poor car. That was not on my to-do ...
He hadn’t run amok. He’d bungeed amok.
My body’s check engine light came on.
That’s no way for the weather to make friends.
I gave a collection of “Gunsmoke” TV show DVDs to a friend going through a rough patch. A rough patch is how I describe things ...
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt I accomplished a great deal in the last 12 months. I got a year older. Another year of ...
PUBLIC NOTICE STATE OF MINNESOTA COUNTY OF FREEBORN Court File No. 24-PR-22-257 THIRD JUDICIAL DISTRICT DISTRICT COURT PROBATE DIVISION Estate of James F. Stiernagle, Decedent ...
My Aunt Edith had been delicate, but she came out of that swamp onto higher ground. She died at the age of 105 years, 8 ...
My mother wouldn’t have approved — either of weasels ripping my flesh or me searching for a magazine article carrying that title. Years earlier, it’d ...
couldn’t sneak up on us. On our farm, we had worthy watchdogs. One was a dog that doubled as a cattle dog.