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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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James Tobin, local historian and one of the event organizers, gave an account of what happened on. December 23, , and the events leading up to the crash.

Feeling all warm and fuzzy, I head back to my workshop. But then, BAM! I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I land right on my toolbox. Ouch! I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see my favorite chisel is fine. Phew!