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It's been a while since I've seen the man whose ones and zeros reside within me. We are not close and never have been, and our intersections over the years have been more random than meaningful. I have reached the age where I accept this for what it is--and what it will be. There are no Hollywood scripts in the real world. Only improv scribbled on the tattered napkins of everyday life.

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The Old Man
July 2009