Some gems from my stash of ephemera...check out the dates.
The purple type reminds me of those old mimeograph machines. I remember my teacher picking me in grade school to run off some copies of an assignment. The purple ink got all over my hands and the copies retained that solvent smell for a long time. Dear lord, I'm feeling almost as old as little Herbert.
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Thanks for sharing your makes-you-smile-animal notes!
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