Spent the last hour in the print shop. Everything seems to be running a little quieter than normal. The cutter's hydrolics are quiet, the grinding wheels on the perfect binder, quiet, the big color press, quiet . . . . its tense as if something were about to happen . . . .
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Plywood Memories from Gencon to Vegas
Out trip to Gencon took us up through the Arkansas Delta country, and into the boot of Missouri, across the Big Muddy and on into the spra...
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Where do the Roads to Adventure lead? Countless battles and hordes retrieved! How now do the spoils of your endeavors pay off? In stone and... -
Myths can be scary. I won't go into a few because I just didn't want to read about infanticide this morning. But through infanticid...
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