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Randy Jones

Born in Hopewell, Virginia... Lost in New Bern, NC and F-L-A... Found at the beach. Father. Partner. Writer. Lucero diehard.

The stuff, Day 16

Digging in an old shoe box, I found a Ziploc bags of stuff that used to populate my refrigerator door. Here are some magnets, mostly Family Guy ones, but a few assorted other ones. Also, a couple of Vamoose bus... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 15

A box of socks. Sorta. I do not like white sox anymore, so I donated the batch to a thrift. They all date from the late 1990s and early 2000s and have seen a lot - good and bad -... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 14

Two weeks in, and while it's not getting more difficult to part with stuff, which I'm sure it will eventually, it's getting hard to find the time to figure out what. But, that is inherently the problem. I have too... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 13

The past is fun, a bore, and a bitch. Three things today, all quite cool and fully useless. A sign stolen from a hotel room. I vaguely remember doing it b/c it was funny at the time. It reminds me... Continue Reading →

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I'm trying not to Really, I am. Yet it never happens The way it should. I hope you remember, Though it's silly. Come on now, It's time. Goodbye.

The stuff, Day 12

I got bogged down with life today, but found the time to put up an eBay listing for this KISS shirt (starts Wednesday if interested). Someone gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago. Probably my sister, but... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 11

Here is an Associated Press style book from around 2000-2002.  It's seen a lot. Maybe it will see more. Donating to thrift...

The stuff, Day 11

NASCAR things.  They were my dad's. We went to a couple races when I was a kid in Richmond. I don't remember them at all. These were his. I got them when he died in 2015. They've sat in a... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 10

No tries at history or creativity tonight. Getting rid of some old shorts. Four pair to be exact. Don't wear them anymore and such. No memories attached. See ya next time...

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