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 In 2005, I thought that it was about time that we started the conversation: about who we are, and where we came from:

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_Graduate of Central Connecticut State                            

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Wednesday
Jul092008

Folk-lore

 

Come-on pop pop!

Tell me about the time that you, and Uncle Jim, took on a million night-riders for lunch.

 

OH, this is going to be good.

 

 

 

Well you see little one, back in 69' or 70', uncle Jim and I snuck back into South Carolina:

Master Jack found out!

"What the hell are those reading & writing numen doing back in these parts" he screamed.

Then he ordered the good Rev. Spine-less to go and find out.

Now I remembered Rev. Spine-less from the old days; so when I saw him coming, I hollered

 "Go back! Tell your Lord that we have some unfinished business at White Oak."

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