In the year 4545, Ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes. You won’t find a thing to chew. Nobody’s gonna look at you “In the Year 2525” by Rick Evans.I apologize for abandoning the episodic nature that usually characterizes newspaper columns in favor of serialized storytelling at the conclusion of 2025. I attempted to offer you, dear reader, a story as a C...
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