Hysterical Journey to Historic Places
September 14th 2013 <strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">MAN KILLER
My grampa, Glen Oliver, was sitting around up in Aberdeen, WA one day in the spring of 1916. He and his brother, Paul – who we have always affectionately called “Pudge”, were well into a jug of tangle foot whiskey when the topic of world politics cam
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