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You Can Go Home Again, But You’re Not Going To Like It

That’s a little misleading, that up there. It implies that I don’t like my hometown (Westlake, Louisiana), and that would be untrue. I have a great (if occasionally baffled) affection for my wee, lightly stinky on damp, windy days hometown … Continue reading

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