the one where I actually make the train…on time
so…the travel gods are working with me this morning and I’m actually on the train.
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there is a guy, two seats up from me, that sounds exactly like Cleveland on The Family Guy.
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“the stone that the builder refuse, will always be the head cornerstone.”
Bob Marley
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The air this morning has that relaxing, post-thunderstorm, Summer smell to it. The sky, however, has a post-snow, reflective-ambient, definately Winter glow to it.
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I know I’m late jumping on this bandwagon of disgust, but, I think Tom Petty owes me one bourbon, one scotch, AND one beer for every time I’ve heard the intro to his new(ish) song and thought it was going to be George Thorogood’s magnum opus to my friend, Sketchy Pete.
And, for the record, no amount of bourbon, scotch, and/or beer will make that Tom Petty song sound good.
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“we got two kinds here: those that bleed the blood, and those that work to will it.”
Uncle Tupelo