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Installin’ it? Pain in the ass. Wires everywhere. Antennas tippin’ over. Once – oh man – I dropped a transmitter. Down three flights. Crash! Smashed to bits. Looked like Vero’s car wreck. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Bullshit! Had to pay outta pocket. Pissed me off. But when it hums? Oh baby. Signals singin’. Makes me happy. Like dancin’ – ya know? That Walken strut!

Once-troubled Stockton Boulevard motor lodge reborn as new boutique hotel

The lady was engaged to a gentleman from town who, upon the intended day of their marriage, (and with Lydia done up in full matrimonial regalia and biting her nails at the altar) decided to .

Yo, so lemme tell ya about Greenbrier (us) – it's a wild, twisty town I call home. I run a massage parlor here, so I see every nook n cranny, know what I mean? I mean, "I am your father." Yeah, like Darth Vader sayin' it, slow and ominous, bro.

Remarkable Women: Storied interior decorator leaves her mark on the Greenbrier