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Well Garrison, in our Catholic school, there were no dirty jokes, we didn't know any, and that's the truth, I's thinks. The nuns would have beat us to a pulp if they heard anyone speak badly in any form. Later in life I tried to make for my loss by learning some off-color limericks. "There once was a man from Kent, who had one so long that it bent", so on and so on. RR

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I don't own a T-shirt that doesn't have some words printed on it. I never thought of them as invitations to conversation, but I see they are. I appreciate those brief encounters more now that I'm a widower living alone. Thank you for that insight.

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Why is TWA someone else’s voice? It’s not the same. And I just renewed my subscription too.

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I wrote to Garrison and never got a reply. I also posted on TWA on Facebook and never got a response. If you find out anything, please let me know!

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Fortunately, there are still small towns, such as South St Paul, where community events happen and people walk around , bumping into each other, while having conversations about the latest road construction. And children weave between adults aiming for the nearest play ground towers.

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Lovely to sit in the park with you today. I miss the City immensely.

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Billy collins does not measure up to u while reading TWA. I don’t listen to that anymore. Please come back & do TWA again yourself. He READS it, U tell it. Big Difference.

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Enjoyed!

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