It’s Personal: Childhood Memories of John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts
When you grow up eight miles from the White House and roughly six miles from the famed Kennedy Center, things can tend to get personal when cretins screw with cherished childhood memories. In my Other Worldly novels, I’ve actually included the desecration of the rose garden in the first four years of a crook and […]
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