Many years ago, as an undergraduate at Kent State (back in the 70s), I would sometimes be totally exhausted after a week of studies and work. My favorite getaway from the pressure would be to go home, crack a bottle of wine, turn on the TV (with the volume completely off), tune in to lady […]
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