My friend, Duane, broke his finger playing softball. Or maybe he just sprained it.
Reminded me of the time I broke my own finger. Falling UP stairs. Because I’m graceful like that. An accident waiting to happen.
Anyway, Duane’s sporting a splint and finding it a bit painful to type, and I have ten working fingers. For now at least. So I’m giving him a break and sharing my story over on his blog today.
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