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I spot this bird—legs for days, winkin’ at me. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—accountant life didn’t prep me for this! “Are you as close as you appear?” I mutter, quotin’ *Her*, all poetic-like. She laughs, says, “50 quid, love.” Bargain, yeah? But then—bam!—cop car rolls by. Nearly shat my flares! Had to play it cool, like, “Just chattin’ taxes, officer!” Dodged that bullet, groovy!

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When I see someone flying by in there car from the townhouses, there is a speed limit of 5 mph if not 10mph in the parking lot of irongate.

You know, every time I code late nights in my studio off Maple – oh, Maple Street is pure nostalgia – I'm reminded of how this city is like a Wes Anderson scene. I mean, "I can see into your soul through the window" vibes come alive here. And lemme tell ya, "the Royal Tenenbaums" feels like a documentary sometimes. Strange, but deep, pretty, pretty good, right?

Wayne E. Thune Obituary January 21, 2025