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Chaos Free Rangers, It’s a little weird being (an increasingly usual) two days behind on the Monday e-mail (I suppose it could just be called the Wednesday e-mail, at this point), while watching online orders roll in as if said e-mail had already gone out. Not...

Chaos Free Rangers, It’s a little weird being (an increasingly usual) two days behind on the Monday e-mail (I suppose it could just be called the Wednesday e-mail, at this point), while watching online orders roll in as if said e-mail had already gone out. Not...

Hey Free Rangers, What’d I miss? What’s the score here? I mean, what day is this… man? Every next sentence has been deleted for some time, but I have no real concept of time anymore. Many lines sacrificed all for being just a little too much out here in the desert of...

Hey Free Rangers, What’d I miss? What’s the score here? I mean, what day is this… man? Every next sentence has been deleted for some time, but I have no real concept of time anymore. Many lines sacrificed all for being just a little too much out here in the desert of...

Hola Free Rangers, A small victory over the forces of Mordor shone bright like the first glimpse of life giving sunlight after the longest of winters in the Balrog’s subterranean lair. Sure, Southern agreeing to deliver to us 2 days per week- after unceremoniously...

Hola Free Rangers, A small victory over the forces of Mordor shone bright like the first glimpse of life giving sunlight after the longest of winters in the Balrog’s subterranean lair. Sure, Southern agreeing to deliver to us 2 days per week- after unceremoniously...

Dearest Free Rangers, There is a heaven and I’ve seen it. In a profoundly vivid visceral dream, I had dinner with my old pal, Jeff Austin, and Anthony Bourdain at some crazy hybrid of bustling bistro and low key music venue. Think 2001 Wetlands Preserve meets 29th...

Dearest Free Rangers, There is a heaven and I’ve seen it. In a profoundly vivid visceral dream, I had dinner with my old pal, Jeff Austin, and Anthony Bourdain at some crazy hybrid of bustling bistro and low key music venue. Think 2001 Wetlands Preserve meets 29th...

“Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did. I’ve got what I paid for now…” - Tom Waits Hey Free Rangers, With so many angles on so many topics that could be addressed here in our safe space, we genuinely try not to fixate, but bush league billionaires, Southern...

”Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did. I’ve got what I paid for now…” - Tom Waits Hey Free Rangers, With so many angles on so many topics that could be addressed here in our safe space, we genuinely try not to fixate, but bush league billionaires, Southern...