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The unabridged ramblings of Mr. King, who feels there must be a way to get this block of text to be more typographically soothing.

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Dec
12th
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(for Mrs. King)

(for Mrs. King)

Nov
25th
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HACKED!

What?  My Tumblr feed was hacked?

Anyway, I hope none of you fine people tried to make money taking surveys because of something you saw here…

Nov
24th
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Iowa City!

Iowa City!

Nov
12th
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katie-mae:

Lewis Drugs (by KatieMaeDickinson)

katie-mae:

Lewis Drugs (by KatieMaeDickinson)

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jayparkinsonmd:


One day in 1976, Moraitis felt short of breath. Climbing stairs was a chore; he had to quit working midday. After X-rays, his doctor concluded that Moraitis had lung cancer. As he recalls, nine other doctors confirmed the diagnosis. They gave him nine months to live. He was in his mid-60s.
So he moved back to The Island Where People Forget to Die. And his cancer went away. Today, he’s 97 years old.
How does he think he recovered from lung cancer?
“It just went away,” he said. “I actually went back to America about 25 years after moving here to see if the doctors could explain it to me.”
I asked him, “What happened?”
“My doctors were all dead.”

Reminds me a bit of the lovely Willie Nelson song, I Gotta Get Drunk:

There’s a lot of doctors that tell me That I’d better start slowin’ it downBut there’s more old drunks Than there are old doctorsSo I guess we’d better have another round

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jayparkinsonmd:

One day in 1976, Moraitis felt short of breath. Climbing stairs was a chore; he had to quit working midday. After X-rays, his doctor concluded that Moraitis had lung cancer. As he recalls, nine other doctors confirmed the diagnosis. They gave him nine months to live. He was in his mid-60s.

So he moved back to The Island Where People Forget to Die. And his cancer went away. Today, he’s 97 years old.

How does he think he recovered from lung cancer?

“It just went away,” he said. “I actually went back to America about 25 years after moving here to see if the doctors could explain it to me.”

I asked him, “What happened?”

“My doctors were all dead.”

Reminds me a bit of the lovely Willie Nelson song, I Gotta Get Drunk:

There’s a lot of doctors that tell me 
That I’d better start slowin’ it down
But there’s more old drunks 
Than there are old doctors
So I guess we’d better have another round

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Nov
6th
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Election night.

Election night.

Nov
4th
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mpdrolet:

Two garages and Lincoln, c. 1980
Tim Bradley

mpdrolet:

Two garages and Lincoln, c. 1980

Tim Bradley

Oct
29th
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sarahmosk:

this guy makes miniature tv sets

sarahmosk:

this guy makes miniature tv sets

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