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Hmmm. Can't say anyone's called me "roadtrash" to my face, but, behind my back, it's probably been worse. On this day, when I pulled into a county park near suppertime, a 3-year-old came running toward me with his father in tow. "Dad! Dad!" he cried. "Is that Ronald McDonald?" |
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