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August 09, 2015

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Hey Travis, Boondocks works when ya don't want people to know where you are ....
The Pitt is no longer the Pitts - just fabulous.
Hope we see you soon.

Thanks for the great stories, Diedre. Loved hearing about your times at your grandmother's house...and the B.B. King encounter, wow! What an experience to have had! xo C

No place that pretty should be called "Boondocks", unless the local residents prefer it that way, and I can certainly understand it if they do. The only other thing I have to add is about Pittsburgh. What a mighty city. I was once asked to light someone's cigarette there. Inside an elevator. 8-)

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