My Grandpa Max survived the Holocaust and came to Minneapolis as an immigrant with literally nothing. $0. He worked 3 jobs, 1 of which was at his neighborhood liquor store. After many years of saving, he eventually bought that liquor store. Tonight that liquor store is on fire...
It’s saddens me that I fight for our country just to see it crumble from the inside. It’s like a bad drug in a body. How many more hits before it begins to fail? Yes protest I’m for it. but do not destroy our country, our fighting on the outside would be pointless.
When I was like 14, me and a few mates would “wag” French class and hide out in the soundproof drum room until lunch time. This went on for a few weeks when one day we discovered a “trap door” beneath the carpet tiled floor under the drum kit. We of course opened the trap door..
Beyond excited to announce that I will be continuing my academic and baseball career at @SIUEBaseball can’t wait to see what the future holds! @SRC_Baseball@dougbedinger