Call me Limbo. Jesus, what a transition! Every time I see light at the end of the tunnel, I get blindsided and blinded by an attack of bats.
But hey! I am not a refugee, I don't live in Aleppo ... AND I AM NOT A REPUBLICAN!
Whenever, wherever, I'd like to start, or get involved in, a readers theater group, and from that see if there are some old farts as radical as I to do a little political street theater in Pioneer Square. Something to look forward to.
But hey! I am not a refugee, I don't live in Aleppo ... AND I AM NOT A REPUBLICAN!
Whenever, wherever, I'd like to start, or get involved in, a readers theater group, and from that see if there are some old farts as radical as I to do a little political street theater in Pioneer Square. Something to look forward to.
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