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If you want my advice, you've come to the wrong place.

This is a musings column.

In the good old days of local print newspapers, it'd be on the front page, bottom right, beneath the fold (Continued on page A13).

Iterating with AL.

There'd probably be a nice little headshot of me.

Just delighted to be there.

And then there would be the musings.

My goodness, the musings.

Enough to make a silvered lady giggle like a tween.

Laughter is a song.

Isn't it?

Melody.

I mean, it can be a cackle, which isn't so melodic.

But a true laugh is poetry.

Dare I say, beautiful, coming from beauty.

I always used to say, in meaner language, a nice smile on an ugly soul is an ugly smile.

So I suppose laughter is a weapon, too.

At versus with.

The ultimate rapport builder or an empire faller.

With or at.

May you always be with laughed.

Me? 

I am eternally amused.

Hey, I thought he wasn't going to write everyday.

You, dirty...