Someone recently asked that I fill in a questionnaire regarding myself. Below are a few of the answers which should enlighten the few of you who read my random ramblings.
Job: Works in a shirtwaist factory. Used to be a librarian, but was laid off when the place caught fire back in ought-five and was suspected of being the cause when Harry Griffith told his wife while closing up the butcher shop, he saw me in my skivvies running from the back of the building going east on Main and Clifford Dreblow in a similar condition, but heading west.
Birthday: January 1, 1876 Fort Dodge Iowa - at least that's what I've been told all my life.
Life Motto: Love and be loved.
Likes: The wind through the prairie grasses, that cozy holiday feeling you get in mid-fall (a mixture of anticipation and memories), the scent of Aunt Tomasa's freshly baked peach pie, the shade of an oak tree on a hot summer day in the baking golden hills of California
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