Rand .. We can no longer believe you. You ran on term limits. You pledged to only serve two terms. You’re into your third term. You and Beijing Mitch — who’ve served along side each other for 14 years — haven’t had the collective stones to do what Trump is doing right now. It was part of his campaign platform. He’s keeping his word to the 70 percent of Kentuckians who voted for him — which is more than I can say for you. Kentucky republicans have tolerated your political idiosyncrasies but this one is it. Many of us are done with you AND Beijing Mitch! When there was a greater good at stake you pampered your ego and opted to cut and run. You’ve shown your true colors. Per your campaign promise, you should have left the Senate two years ago so how about just resigning now? You can run as a libertarian. We republicans will run someone with three major attributes you lack; honor, integrity and a spine.
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Passion is the vibe that I want to bring to this community. I want to enjoy your passion for whatever it is you are into. Let's share what we learn - and learn what each other shares. Foodies unite. I love to cook and share recipes. I will regularly post pictures and recipes are available upon request. I would enjoy discussing your past, present and future journeys. Nature is God and Mother Earth's exquisite gift to us. Share a picture and we will enjoy the beauty through your eyes. Let's get deep and consensual with great subjective matter. This is a non judgemental safe place to let everything hang out.
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On Christmas Eve, 1975, Dan Fogelberg's mother ran out of whipping cream for her Irish coffee.
It was the smallest errand imaginable. Dan offered to go. He drove through the snow to the Convenient Food Mart on Abington Hill, one of the only stores still open in Peoria, Illinois, on Christmas Eve, walked through the door, turned down the frozen foods aisle, and stopped.
Standing right in front of him was the girl he'd loved in high school.
Dan Fogelberg was born in Peoria in 1951, the youngest of three sons. His father Lawrence was a high school band director, the kind of man who fills a room with music before anyone even notices it's happening. Dan inherited that gift early. He taught himself guitar and piano as a kid, formed his first band at fourteen, and left home for Colorado and California in his early twenties, slowly building the career he'd always been certain was waiting for him.
Before any of that, there was Woodruff High School. And Jill Anderson.
They dated through high school, class of 1969, driving back-country roads ...
