Near the end of my high school days, just before I left Guernsey County for good, my friend Clint recommended we go see the Big Muskie before they dismantled it. He didn't know what it was, but his brother's friend had claimed it was pretty sweet. When I got home, my mother asked me if I'd made plans for the weekend. Although I could think of nothi
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
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