Spitball Army

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First time behind the wheel? In a yellow 1956 Jeep Willys. First auto accident I had? That same Jeep Willys. Casualty? A woodpile.

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As we approached Weeks Bridge, she broke away, racing to the span’s apex. I slogged, lead-footed, panting and aflush, to meet her.

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I knew the Twitter thing had gotten out of hand when I received a handwritten letter that began with the salutation, “Dear @Fred.”

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My mother, who lives in Charleston, South Carolina, sent me an envelope full of news clippings last week. Among them was The Post and Courier’s weekly trivia quiz. This one was all about The Beatles.

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The domestic war of words escalated after the foreign group favored his aspirations with the simple honor of calling them “peace.”

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