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Places like Earl’s haven’t heard of the internet yet.
As for the maple syrup, he gets it from his second cousin (also his brother-in-law), a profoundly woke socialist with 37 guns, who lives in northern Vermont.
Long as Earl and his cousin don't talk politics, they get along fine, for Earl’s sister Cindy-Lou’s sake. She, ahem, loves them both...
 
Anon on "It Just Ain't Going To Happen" (co-written with @PennyThompson)

Everyone knows the best maple syrup comes from Earl’s Bait ’n’ Grub in Possum Trot, Mississippi. Locals just call it “Earl’s,” tourists struggle with the apostrophes.
Otherwise, a heartwarming story :)


However, Google tells me that there is no such business or place... I assume that's true! Good maple syrup from Mississippi also seems unlikely???
Proper maple syrup comes from Vermont. I'm sorry. There's no other acceptable choice. I wouldn't expect sugar maples to survive in the climate in Mississippi? Must be they repackage the good stuff from up here.
 
Places like Earl’s haven’t heard of the internet yet.
As for the maple syrup, he gets it from his second cousin (also his brother-in-law), a profoundly woke socialist with 37 guns, who lives in northern Vermont.
Long as Earl and his cousin don't talk politics, they get along fine, for Earl’s sister Cindy-Lou’s sake. She, ahem, loves them both...
I don't believe that any Canadian would want, let alone be allowed, to have more than six different guns!
 
Not a comment, but I have noticed one reader attach many of my stories to their favorite list. They average 2-3 stories per day and when I check, most are truly on their fav list and not just the reading list.

It is nice to know that my stories and style are appreciated enough that they are going through my entire (70+) catalogue.
 
@GrrrreatImagination has been making their way through my stories and left this on on Flyer today...

Sometimes as life is spinning by and just for a moment everything seems to pause, like a freeze-frame of reality, before life spins on again.
When s/he sat down at the vanity trying not to cry & said, “I think I need to go.”
When she came downstairs dressed for Zed & her mom gasped, covered her mouth, braced herself on a chair and cried out “Donald!”
Such powerful intensity of emotion, conveyed in only a few words.
Verrrry good storytelling.
 
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