When I was in high school there were a few places teens could go dancing. One of those places was a reception hall located on the 2nd floor of a building on the corner of North and Western Avenues. Of all the places we went to—Medusas, Centrum Hall, Riviera—it was one of the least important, … Continue reading The path to self-acceptance is paved with humor in Father Forgive Me for I have Sinned
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