Over the Hills and Far Away

Wouldn’t you know, I’ve discovered a flaw in my timeline. Summer of 1976 I remember being cut short by the need to spend an extended amount of time camping at Finger Lake. I also remember having to get all those damned shots, and the shopping prior to flying to Shannon. Unfortunately, Roger somehow managed to also attend Rockwell College in Ireland. The problem is he can’t be camping with me at the lake and also be in Ireland. Something is amiss.

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