Remember when newspapers were still a thing? I just went outside to get the newspaper. I had a paper route back when I was 11 or 12 years old (I think? Maybe a little older? I can’t remember, it was hundreds of years ago) and does going outside to get the Sunday paper bring me back?

No. No, it doesn’t.

The view from the porch:

I’m pretty sure there is Poison Ivy in there somewhere.

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