Looks like things haven’t changed much since 1928…  You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours…  

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Having been plagued by this nasty cold for over a week, the song, Dying to Be with You, came to mind.  Not that the lyrics have anything to do with the cold, but the “I am dying… dying…” part literally speaks to me. Get the Flash Player to see this content.

Now you know what we were talking about over the Thanksgiving dinner.   Get the Flash Player to see this content.

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