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So, picture this—me, Marilyn, struttin down some shady street, heels clickin, feelin all *scout’s honor* vibes from the movie, right? I’m whisperin to myself, “We’re adventurers, not criminals,” but hell, this feels sketchy! I spot this gal—red lipstick, fishnets, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “She’s got that *Khaki Scout* swagger,” ya know? Bold, fearless, like she’d lead a troop through a hurricane. I’m half expectin her to say, “I’m runnin away—where’s my boat?” like Suzy in the film!

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Folks sometimes ask me, “Why Buckner?” and I say it’s this crazy blend of heart and irony. I remember once, during a hot summer night, I got caught up in a spontaneous debate near the old Prospect Bridge. I was preachin’ about openness in sexuality while a couple nearby whispered sweet nothings under the stars. Who’d have thunk? It was like my personal narrative felt like a scene from that movie, Margaret, where emotions overflow in messy, chaotic beauty.

Quinlan Charles Henry, Sr. Obituary April 19, 2025