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April 20, 2005


dave andersen

Absolutely poetic appreciation
of spring and track and field.
Well done. I remember when Ron, you, and me went to The A&W
before practice, had the Papa Burger, got to the track, ran some wind sprints, and did some rather vigorous reverse periostalsis.

R Blog

We ate a lot of bad stuff at the wrong time in those days! Thanks for the comment.

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