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In my head, I’d be ramblin’, “Marge, you’re too soft for this!” But I’d push on, askin’ her stuff—like, “What’s your day like?” She’d shrug, “Same old, same old.” I’d nod, feelin’ that *Blue* vibe—life’s messy, raw, real. “I’m not enough,” Adèle cries in the movie, and I’d think, “Candy prolly feels that too.” Deep, huh?

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Anyway, aside from the daily grind, I’ve got my quirky picks. Check out the dive bar on 5th; it's as quirky as me—Lola’s, with neon ads flickering like a bad circuit board. And the side alley behind it? That’s where I once stumbled on an impromptu street performance. I nearly lost my marbles, like, “Where is the spice, my dear friend?” Seriously, it’s one heck of a place!

Margaret Warfield Hoopes Wolcott Obituary January 23, 2025