The New Yorker 12-10-10
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- Christmas with the animals
- A Christmas Story
- Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following y...
- For night illumination picture you must await Chri...
- IN MEMORY
- How lovely are thy brushlike branches - $6.99 at G...
- Here I Am, Lord by Michael Chitwood<!-- ...
- Thrill at dawn
- Ah, those Brasilians
- In the bleak midwinter
- Well, I'll be DAG-GONE!
- Downsizing at 308 South St
- I'm thinkin, Hey, gol durn it, this sounds like Sa...
- Our father who art in heaven (we hope and believe)
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- Santa points to sign of the times:
- Use 'em or lose 'em!
- Burn, baby, BURN!
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