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Tag Archives: 100 Acres Restaurant
The Office Dinner
It’s that time of year again – the annual office dinner. Fortunately, my office consists of only four people, who all get along well – and all the spouses are also great people – so the annual holiday dinner is … Continue reading
Posted in Holidays, That's Life
Tagged 100 Acres Restaurant, Christmas, Hotel Henry, office party, work
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All Psyched Up
I admit I had my doubts. For the last 20 years, I had driven past the old Buffalo Asylum property at least twice a day. While I had seen construction work being done, I simply couldn’t imagine how anyone could renovate that building … Continue reading
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