Dang, Mr. NaptownChief.
Welcome back.
It must have been nice "swearing off" the Carl Peterson era. That was probably the smartest thing to do and, in retrospect, I wish I'd followed suit. I still have horrible nightmares in which Herm is chasing me through endless, dark, and dingy tunnels with a dead porcupine in one hand and a microphone in the other screaming, "Get over it!"
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