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The best component of every fight scene such as this, is the willingness of the combatants to await their turn! Happy Saturday!

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My iteration of your college shack was my tatty off-base double-wide trailer when I was stationed at Seymour Johnson AFB near Goldsboro in the late 70s. My two roommates and I hosted many, many "choir practices" there (the term borrowed from the Joseph Wambaugh book "The Choirboys" about debauched and rule-breaking LA cops). Cops throw the best parties...just sayin'.

Suffice to say, the trailer started out sad and ended up practically uninhabitable, what with the sand fleas from one roomie's dog infesting the baby-crap orange shag carpeting and the copious amounts of beer and other fluids that were spilled over the course of our residency.

It remains the best period of my pre-marriage/pre-kids life. I was very saddened to learn a few years back that the trailer park was razed following an epic flood event. I bet the descendants of those fleas still inhabit those woods...

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This made me laugh out loud a few times. Thanks for that!

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Oh how I needed those guffaws today. As always, I love how your voice comes to life in written words. Such talent! Thank you for putting a smile on my face even as I sit in the morning swamp of NC humidity, willing a breeze of air to keep me out here a little longer, so I can read just a little more.

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Don't they call those shotgun shacks : )

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Oh, that house! Holds great memories for so many of us!

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