The bad: someone had smashed in the glass on the door to Peninsula Station (our local mailbox and shipping place). The good: someone already had stopped and was waiting in their car for the owner, who’d they’d called.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.