A River Runs Through It

Postmarked from Georgia, I must have a secret admirer. Miss Madison decided she had enough of the Skipah for an evening and headed off to the Vogue Theater in Indianapolis this past Saturday.  I can’t say that I blame her, I had to clean up debris from the latest Storm of the Century that hit…

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Freelancing For A Cause

Bound and determined to break the internet! Way back in the day (precisely August of 1994 if memory serves me correct), a little wet behind the ears 17-year-old punk decided he was going to head off to college to gain a little knowledge.  He chose the big state school of…

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Clocking In As Dad!

Missing San Diego weather like a degenerate gambler longs for his horse racing program, Mr. Skipah was back in the trenches playing big bad dad for the weekend.  The heir to the unamassed fortune was back in the graces of dad for the weekend, and we were back to our usual routine…

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