Poor Tim. After he arrived home at 11 PM on Friday night, I drug him to Findlay on Saturday at 2pm. We had to. The boys' cousins, Ryan, Logan, and Devin were in town. We hadn't seen them in 20 months! That can't be passed up. We took everybody to the Chicken for putt-putt Saturday night. Don't ask me. I didn't see any chicken anywhere. It's a Findlay thing, I guess.
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