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HemmingPlay
https://hemmingplay.wordpress.com/about/ More at the link. I remember him. He was sitting in the heat on the dock waiting for the ferry to Okracoke, Island in the Outer Banks, NC. It was probably sometime in '72 or '73. He'd driven nearly 12 hours straight and was so tired he couldn't understand the accents of the natives there. I wonder whatever happened to him? I heard a rumor that he married a skinny Irish girl and they settled down somewhere, had a couple of boys, got old. He put on a few pounds. She's still got the girlish shape that caught his eye all those years ago. He probably still has that shirt, though, and still wishes he looked like this. The idiot.
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December 6, 2016 at 9:55 AM
When we sent out our annual brag letter, a disgruntled family member wrote back, “that’s not what you posted in your blog.” Does Facebook has an “unfamily” button?
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December 6, 2016 at 10:57 AM
When year I wrote a completely satirical version of the Christmas letter, just to see if anybody was paying attention
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