The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
A case of mistaken identity
We were having a late lunch yesterday when the little boy in the booth behind me decided I might be Santa Claus. He kept staring, despite his parents’ embarrassment. We assured them we didn’t mind.
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