The Unknown: The Purple Line.
 
omebody told me it translates as “Red Mountain” in German, whatever the hell that means.

Some guy on the Web doing research emailed me, and told me I was somehow related to the inventor of morphine.

A relative on my Mother’s side from Arkansas that I’ve met twice in my life claims we are descendants of Benjamin Franklin.

I don’t buy any of it.

As an American, none of that really matters to me.

All origins here are loose and suspect.

All information is not.

Nowadays.
 

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