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January 28, 2019


Sometimes I miss Sundays growing up in Indian Hill, Ohio. A community that protected its own.

If I were driving around at 17 and the local cops—the Indian Hill Rangers—stopped me, this:

“Why it’s Dan Hull. John Hull’s eldest. You got any beer or dope there in your daddy’s car?”

“No, Sir.”

“Would you like some?”

Posted by JD Hull at January 28, 2019 11:47 PM


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