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From: Anglen, Robert  
Date: Sun, Sep 28, 2014 at 9:40 AM
Subject: Story on camelback consign
To: Glenn Michaels  

Story is in today's paper. Your blog is mentioned prominently in the story. Thanks for all of your help. Here is a link:


Blog Post Theme Song: Those were the days, my friend.

Turns out, January is an ideal time of year to picket a pick-pocket in Phoenix!

There's a steady breeze, tepid sunshine, and lots of folks happy to honk at a silly billy wearing an Uncle Sam hat and carrying a sign. What more could one ask? Applause? Marque billing?

As it happens, I didn't need to ask.

As I picketed, I sang to boost my spirits. Apparently, my witty lyrics and pellucid register impressed the impresario of fraud, Mr. Mike Burns. The next time I came to picket, he personally carried this hand-lettered sign to the corner of his parking lot to ensure that anyone else in need of high quality entertainment might be able to contact me.  On my subsequent picketing expeditions, his associates made sure my name stayed in the public eye.

Now here I am trying to return the favor by keeping the happy-go-lucky Consignment Vampire, Mike Burns, in the public eye. However fine an entertainer I might be, I know that I can't hold a candle to a performer of his caliber. 

He's simply unforgettable, now!

Mike Burns wasn't born yesterday. He wasn't born on the Fourth of July, either. NOPE. Mike Burns was born on 9/11 in 1952. He was destined. 

I don't know if the truth will set you free. But fuss loud enough with a big 'nough bunch a friends and I swear folks 'll do near anything to get you to shut up. Fast as they can. 

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