I could not believe this when I read it the morning of the 24th. This was in part of my old haunts back in 72 to 74 when I worked in Rochester, at Eastman Kodak off of Lake Ave in their Polly Baryta department. I used to stop out in Webster to see friends, and used RT 250 to 104 to miss some traffic when heading up north to see family and friends in my home town of Massena.
It sure seems that more and more wackos are feeding off of previous wackos this year. I wish someone would make it stop.
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Gary
No Borders, No Language, No Culture =s No Country
I'm a Deplorable, and proud of it.
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