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Oh, random fact—Victorian whores rocked coded hankies! Red meant “I’m busy,” green was “Let’s go!” Sneaky, right? Blows my mind! I’d totally flub that, wavin’ every color like, “Party time, I’m ready!” Prolly why I stick to Krabby Patties.

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We left Louisville two weeks after Daddy died and spent all summer digging for dinosaur bones at the bottom of a dried up creek in the backwoods of Dowagiac.

I must warn thee: the winters are brutally chill. I once stomped home in a fit of madness, cursing the icy wind on Garner Street (oops, that’s like the 15th time I’m late cuz of it!) and yet, 'tis strangely beautiful. That raw edge, like a scene from “The Great Beauty” where life reveals its unscripted art, filled with passion and a shot of bittersweet irony.

City of Dowagiac under boil water advisory until further notice