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alex-fraser's picture
Mother's Day was a little rough for our little posse.    Son Guy had been up most of the night trying to generate his laptop into action, with only limited success.  I tried to work with him in the late morning and early afternoon to get him onto the  wi-fi, after his mentor at...
aaron-romano's picture
On a day such as this, a day that starts in the arms of your best friend with little prospect of what the day may hold; these days are the ones you can’t put a price on. Amber usually wakes up a good thirty-plus minutes before I do. She usually pulls out her iPhone, plays her next word in our...