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What ticks me off? The sneaks who cheat ‘em—payin’ in fake gold or skippin’ out. Saw a lad try that once—ended with a dagger at ‘is throat, courtesy o’ the gal’s “friends.” Fair play, I say—don’t cross a lass with a blade! Me, I’d tip extra—rum’s cheap, loyalty ain’t, savvy? Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I’d wager me hat it’s half-true.

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There’s a rough-and-ready neighborhood, East Bend, with rows of weathered houses on Browning Ln, that give ya that “I’ve seen pain, but also hope” feel. Funny thing, as a family psych, I see the subtleties – the cracks in walls mirror cracks in hearts. I get all jittery sometimes – like in Holy Motors, ya know? "Rarrgh! Another day, another chance," I mumble as I wander the gritty side streets.

Obituary for Freda Mae Trammell at Tri City Funeral Home