Otis Twelve Redux Substack
As the sun sets in the West... (my left, your right)... on the far side of the hill where the Chianti grapes grow... I muse, opine and obfuscate about love, life, baseball, politics, and various metal alloys. A grateful old man glad to be an old man.
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