I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Monday, June 15, 2015

The Eighty Fifth Story

 once upon a time there was a giraffe who wanted to be a pilot. He didn't fit in the cesna that the local airport used for training, but they had an old, open cockpit biplane they still used for show, and he could just contort himself into that. It was uncomfortable, but he learned, and now he travels with a historic airshow.

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