Donald Teplyske | October 17, 2016
I know about three things.
One, I will never not tear up listening to "Me and John and Paul," grammar be damned.
Two, The first time I heard The Osborne Brothers in concert, my life veered in a new and wonderful direction.
And Three, I have seldom been as upset by something in the [...]
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