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This weekend serves as a reminder that freedom isn't free and the debt we owe those who not only served, but paid the ultimate sacrifice. To all of those folks, I am eternally grateful. Tomorrow, here in Central Massachusetts, the center of the universe, it will be cold and rainy. The least I can do is to attend the parade and ceremonies. It isn't an imposition to schlep on my hiking boots, raincoat, and remember our veterans.

Well, he may not have been holding a weapon, but he had Bran...

Frank has come a long way, and there is a richness to the depths we are seeing...

Well done, leaving us with plenty to think about...thank you for this!

I sense that the single bed will see a bit of action...

These boys aren't careful; there may be a supernova down in engineering...just sayin....

Ethel Merman had the same problem....

What’s wrong with a little tickle nookie in a life threatening situation? Damn the radiation and drop trow!

Wow…what a chapter…so much going on and wishing Nathan a speedy recovery!

Just think…COSTCO in space, bad enough the Church of New Eden is there! A Denver Megastore." Ēriks's voice was flat. "The corporate hellscape of convenience."

This was such a delightful chapter….

It ain’t over until the…

Once worked as a novice bartender and quickly realized I was much better on the other side of the bar... no kidding... While it isn't retail, as a facility manager for a couple of downtown Boston office buildings that needed to be available year-round for tenants. It was remodeling projects or upgrades to core building systems that would gobble up weekends, including holidays, all scheduled on very tight timelines. I was much happier when an entire floor was to be fitted out for a new tenant or remodeled, the pace was a bit slower until moving folks back in... There were also the various complaints, " Why am I hot/cold"? Or the fire alarms going off because someone overcooked popcorn in the microwave...No, you can't use that space heater under your desk, it won't shut off if tipped, and doesn't have a timer. You have no idea how many times I wanted to ask the complainer if their mother had any children who lived... Or, "I'm only parked in the owner's spot for five minutes". Only to get a call from the owner chewing my ass off, as I am obviously failing at parking lot duties, while managing staff, and dealing with a backed-up toilet. This weekend serves as a reminder that freedom isn't free and the debt we owe those who not only served, but paid the ultimate sacrifice. To all of those folks, I am eternally grateful. Tomorrow, here in Central Massachusetts, the center of the universe, it will be cold and rainy. The least I can do is to attend the parade and ceremonies. It isn't an imposition to schlep on my hiking boots, raincoat, and remember our veterans.

Including @Gary L...I don't think this takes place in a commonwealth country or dependency per the following... “Where to?” “To the Nightingale restaurant, please,” dad said as he slid into the car, taking the back seat beside mom. I took the passenger seat. Since all of us were most likely going to be drinking, no one wanted to be the designated driver, so we ended up calling a taxi. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I checked my phone again, looking at the time. The restaurant was outside of town, and the road had never seemed longer. The entire drive, my eyes were fixed on the right side of the road, counting the trees that blurred as we zoomed past them. And when I would lose track, I’d start all over again.

I still wonder if there is someone feeding intel to the rouges…with the pack not at full strength they are very vulnerable….

Does Jace have a twin brother?

Thank you for sharing this with us!

Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction……

Hard to believe……

Me too…I had a class in that just after mamajuana agroponics….

Not if you keep up with the cliffhangers…..

But, where is the fiddle and Nero?

Wild tales to hide/conceal the nature of one's depravity??? And the following had me curious from the beginning of the story....to what purpose these slabs?? He watched the shaft of light catch on a shelf of Venetian glass. He noted the silver inkwell gleaming beside a single, exquisitely bound volume of Pliny’s Natural History. His eyes drifted to the far wall, where a pair of narrow marble slabs stood—few would guess their purpose. Beside the washbasin sat a harsh pumice stone, an ugly necessity he used nightly to scrub the stubborn calluses from his palms.