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I plan to spend tomorrow commemorating the 2003 death of Charles Douglass by laughing my merry ass off.
I’ll chortle, giggle, titter, guffaw, hoot, howl, cackle and generally spend the day behaving like I’m being tickled by invisible feathers.
Douglass died 12 years ago tomorrow at the age of 93. If his funeral was a sad one, I think Douglass would have disapproved. His
Published on September 29, 2016 06:37