Once, when I was five, my mother said the "s" word on a Seattle freeway. I no longer remember what prompted her to be so uncharacteristically foul,...
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My parents didn't listen to a whole lot of music when I was growing up. Mine was one of those unfortunate situations where I really did hear a lot of...
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Working with a friend can be a wonderful experience.  I was blessed to be able to do this, when I cooked at a small nursing home.  We had a radio in...
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It was with great sadness that I noted the recent death of Dan Fogelberg.  While I wasn't a huge fan, I always though he got a raw deal from rock...
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It's not the sort of song a burgeoning 13 year old (on the cusp of 14) punk would choose to perform, but it was the song most meaningful to my uncle and then...
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