A Kings

  • Where Everybody Knows Your Name and a Cheers to Norm, One Last Round

    You ever get one of those moments—like when the wind shifts just right and brings in a smell you haven’t smelled in years? Cut grass and diesel fuel, maybe. Or cinnamon from your grandmother’s kitchen. Well, that happened to me this morning. Not with wind. With email. Yeah, I know. Not very poetic. But sometimes…

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