I awoke this morning with the best of intentions. I planned to catch an earlier-than-usual bus and go to the credit union to get a bank check so I could send Uncle Sam his annual pound of flesh. Alas, t'was not to be... I was still in the little taxpayer's room when the no. 61 bus rolled by outside. Luckily, there was the no. 27, due in another 20
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