had namecards printed up with some official-sounding bureaucratic title or other. Eventually he got more ambitious, and started hankering after a real councilmans badge. His wife (my stepmother) was a practical woman; instead of protesting, she had him turn the deed to the fishing inn over to her Cleveland Browns for safekeeping. The inn was large, with a great many rooms, each provided with its own kitchen; it had a sizable clientele, including New York Jets a number of cooks who liked to catch their own fish. Inototsus only other assets consisted of two twenty-five-ton fishing vessels. As his wife had feared, when he r
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