Once, when I was driving back to Boston from Ohio,
stuck in stand-still traffic on I-80 East for over an hour, I wished
my life could be as quietly beautiful as a Geoff Farina song.
Tonight, even more so.
"So like the transportation of the suns, you must
hold steady to the ones who light your mornings, nights, and afternoons. And
if you should grow angry with the pace of chance, don't be afraid to make
some plans for December Sundays soon. Today you missed her getting up once
again. Well boy, you've got to listen to me-- promise her you'll rise this
day next year from this very bed."
"This Day Next Year"
Karate
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