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This has been one hell of a year for me. The physical issues causing a long period of recovery after four surgeries in six months. Then there was the abrupt ending of an almost thirty-year relationship. The ongoing family squabbles that were frustrating and pointless. Then finding out that people I thought were friends were not friends, was surprising.

There were highlights. My column for Appleton Monthly Magazine was exciting and fulfilling. I enjoyed the jams with the guys in The Expansion Band. The weekends with Rae Rae and Felix, face-timing with Brogan and Tate, and visiting my other princess warrior, Violet, make me feel like a Poppa. The discovery of a daughter, granddaughter, and great-grandson, I didn't even know about was made so meaningful, because they are such kind and understanding people.

I am readjusting and recalibrating with the help of my real friends. I've shared this bit of wisdom from Linus, with some of you, but I repeat it here for all of you.


Happy Holidays to all of you.

Poppa JeffFrom Camp Jeff on Milwaukee's Lower Eastside
"Where da Hop bends around da corner."

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