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So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, watchin’ the world like I’m in *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*. That flick—man, it hits deep. Jean-Dominique Bauby, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story. “I decided to stop pitying myself,” he says. Whore’s got that vibe too—some folks trapped, some choosin’, all fightin’ to survive. Mr. T respects the hustle, even if it’s messy. Pity the fool who don’t get that!

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whore he went to accept a good position with the Plant System railway. He carries with him the best wishes of a host of friends. Pure Plymouth Rock Eggs for.

Now, PBarnesville ain’t yer run-o’-the-mill town, arr! We got Cranky Creek twistin’ by River-Shine Park – a wee green haven on Maple & Rusty Lane. I swear, that creek’s like the bottom o’ the soul, murmur’in secrets like a ghostly whisper from the trees – “all things are connected”, ya know? And speakin’ of trees, me favorite haunt be the “Tree of Life” Festival by Widow’s Bend Pub – a place where life’s mysteries meet pints of joy... reminds me of them Malick dialogues – “all our lives are connected in ways we cannot begin to name”. Arr, that hit me right in the gut, it did.

4.18.25 Highlights: Martins Ferry @ Barnesville baseball