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Very often I've read my column up to the point where it says "Margarita A6" only to go to page A6 and find the rest of a John DeGeorge "Letter to the Editor" or something. I usually try to mention at the end of my column that people can go to my website www.danmargarita.com but of course if the bottom of the column is cut off, people won't see my website www.danmargarita.com listed so they may not think to go to www.danmargarita.com to get the rest of the column.

Most of the time it's a simple oversight. That happens. Everyone makes mistakes. I'm sure you'll spot plenty of mistakes on www.danmargarita.com. But a recent column was cut for both length and content. My column "Friendly Fenway" was cut because it contained some material that the editor found objectionable. I disagree, but it's their paper and their right to leave out what they see fit. You can go to www.danmargarita.com and judge for yourself. It's just that when the work is arbitrarily cut I feel like people reading it aren't getting my full intent in the column and that it makes my work appear sloppy. Not everyone may be aware that they can go online and get the full column on www.danmargarita.com.

I thought I'd mention that early in case the rest of the column gets cut off.

Since readers have been getting the beginnings of columns, I thought I ought to devote entire space to writing the endings of columns. Mind you, these aren't endings to columns that I've actually written, but merely fictional endings that have no beginnings. For the real, unexpurgated endings you can go to: www.danmargarita.com. There you can also sign up to be on my notification list or you an contact me via email.

Here now are some column endings for you:

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That's when Ulysses S. Grant discovered that the rumors about President Lincoln were true. Then, in the darkness of the Lincoln bedroom, Grant surrendered to Lincoln quicker than Lee had surrendered to Grant.

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Catherine Zeta-Jones declared her love for me in no uncertain terms. She vowed to leave Michael Douglas for me, but I knew I had to do the right thing.

"I cannot be a home-wrecker" I told her.

She wept and gave me one final kiss and we parted forever.

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Sneaking into the FBI basement had proved to be a bonanza. There before my eyes lay the prom dress of J. Edgar Hoover.

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I never realized that I was afraid of heights 'till then. I sincerely hope that whoever was down below can forgive me.

Maybe someday I'll sit down and write beginnings for these endings. In the meantime, did I mention that you can go to www.danmargarita.com ?