A really wicked ten-block trip to the doctor's office this morning to give a blood sample. The city was being terrorized by high winds and torrential rains. The 1700 block of Front Street was barely passable with water more than halfway up the tires. Shrill sirens could be heard all around as trees came down and storm drains clogged. A small stone bridge collapsed somewhere out on the hill . . . didn't have a single customer today and who could blame them for not venturing out . . . New evidence has surfaced and the cold-case mystery is solved. We now know what happened to that donut that JJ was going to bring me from the Farm Show . . .
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