Two Gents' Worth
November 25, 2024
We’ve just reached, unfortunately, two mid-way points during our summer-long sojourn here in the great heart of the American heartland, Ames, Iowa. This past Wednesday marked the exact half-way point of our stay — and this weekend marks the half-way point of that lovely season of summer. Neither marker is causing us to celebrate, but…
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