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Lessons learned

Lessons learned

With the chill winds of autumn reminding us that summer is over, reminiscing over the past season’s follies was in high gear down at the Bakery in Drizzle Creek the other morning as I pulled up a chair.

“When did you say you were heading south?” Pickle quizzed me as I extracted a pencil and began recording his latest escapade on a napkin (my short-term memory is just not what it used to be).

Pickle was silent for all of 30 seconds, trying desperately (but in vain) from not exercising that profound ability of his—getting his foot in his mouth.

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