Move over, George Lucas. Stand down, JRR Tolkien. Have a seat, Guy Gavriel Kay. Grab some bench, John Williams and Hector Berlioz and Sergei Rachmaninov.
I have a new hero.
Oh, and bonus weirdness: there was an episode of Friends where Ross gets on a train for upstate NY, hoping to run into a girl or something like that (been a while since I saw it), and he falls asleep and wakes up to see that the train is pulling into Montreal, or something like that. Well, this girl goes one better: she fell asleep on an airplane, and when she woke up, she'd made a round-trip home again after failing to wake up to disembark at her original destination. Oops!
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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My grandfathers didn't live that long (92), but the rancher ate 3 fried eggs, bacon, and biscuits most days, and the fisherman usually ate about the same thing, but with pancakes or waffles instead of biscuits plus fish in the summertime.
Redd Foxx had a great quote about health nuts wasting their lives worrying about what won't kill them.
George Burns lived all those years with a bad diet and a cigar habit, too.
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