Wednesday, May 31, 2017


I heard this song on my way to drop off my car at the garage this morning. It takes active listening.

I returned this afternoon to pick up my car and the owner was standing there, handed me my keys and I drove off. Like a boss. I used to hate that expression but now I know. There was no paperwork, no charge, no explanations other than, "all fixed."


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