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Rollo, Caspar Inn
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Rollo never bothered me or anyone I knew, but I thought of him as a sour old drunk. Every night he got his load on quietly & went home (to wherever he lived) without any help. Those nights, drinking in all the same bars, I made a lot of noise & involved everyone I could in my troubles.
I imagine Rollo is long dead now. You can never know for sure with booze, but it occurred to me that, when this picture was taken, Rollo must have been right around my present age. |
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