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Missing a weekend session is terrible. Ridiculous. Bring the ridicule! Yes I had to go to the wedding of a good friend, but still...it was blowing 4.7 at Meschutt, and I missed the previous day at Iron Pier. Who am I?
(Top: Air Wolf, Side: Christian tears it up at Meschutt. Photos by Peconic Jeff.)
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Missing a session? Who are you?
You, unfortunately, have become me.
Posted by: Dennis | December 07, 2009 at 12:00 PM
YOU missed a session?!? Two sessions?!? Oh wait, I missed it too - never mind.
Posted by: Jon | December 07, 2009 at 02:35 PM