I don’t care much for April Fools’ Day. I think it’s a little juvenile, frankly, and so I don’t participate – not as a trickster and not as a fool (if I can help it). So there’s no gotcha waiting to get you at the end of this post. Really.

But I’ll tell you two true stories about April Fools’ Day, once when I was the trickster and once when I was the fool.

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