tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361785784498692060.post8553071006610597849..comments2023-09-27T01:25:34.993-07:00Comments on DAWG Oregon: On The Whole "Friend" ThingDavid McDonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02023134941731366721noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361785784498692060.post-71360728435520495972011-06-19T05:04:56.675-07:002011-06-19T05:04:56.675-07:00Sometimes you gotta post a comment "just beca...Sometimes you gotta post a comment "just because..."David McDonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02023134941731366721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361785784498692060.post-52405387874040425222011-06-19T03:33:17.843-07:002011-06-19T03:33:17.843-07:00“It’s close,” Carl Pillsbury said. He had a faint ...“It’s close,” Carl Pillsbury said. He had a faint Southern accent I hadn’t noticed before, and I realized he’d put it on for the occasion, as if he was playing a part. “He’s a registered guest,” he continued, the accent quite convincing, and by no means overdone. “He’s in Room 415, and his name is Jeffrey Peters.”“Listen, Scotty, why don’t you go first?” Sally said. “I’m not real hungry yet.”“That’s even better.”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com