DICK, what was past is past.


My grandfather (God rest his soul, he passed away
7 years ago) lived to the ripe old age of 87. Every now
and then he'd get really drunk on vodka, and then go
into a past-recalling delirium where he'd keep talking
about the need to have a horse and buggy give you a
ride if you wanted to make it back into his neck of
the woods all the way from the main road.

The next morning he'd sober up and find himself back
in the modern day era. The horse and buggy were long
gone.

Clint
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