Our Man Inside  It Wasn't Me. It Was The Dog.
Greetings from my shed...
You made it. Thanks for being here. Issue 90. Still a little way to go.
My Ukrainian Grandfather knew how to laugh. From a cheeky childish giggle with a glint in the eye, to a booming belly roar.
Sometimes mid laughter he'd stop, sigh and say "After you laugh you cry."
I couldn't make sense of that as a kid. It could mean so many things. I …
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