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So I spent the last two days drinking with my siblings. All six of them. It's so rare to get us in one place. I asked Facebook and Twitter if I should do this update tonight drunk or tomorrow sober. 95% of people said drunk. 95% of those people also weren’t on my email list. As usual, the people doing the voting weren't the ones who would have to deal with the consequences. That's how democracy works.
Anyway, here's your drunk update. This is going to be one pass, no editing. When my email list is cut in half tomorrow, I'll understand why. I can't blame you for having standards, although that begs the question of how you signed up for this list in the first place. Must have been an accident I guess.
I'm the oldest of the seven kids in my family. My next brother down, Harry, is a tanker pilot in the Air Force. He went through college and never expressed any interest whatsoever in flying. Then one day out of the blue, he said he wanted to fly jets. The ne…
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