Well, she looked at me
And I, I could see
That before too long, I'd fall in love with her
She wouldn't dance with another
Woo, when I saw her standin' there
The Beatles - 1963
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I was booked at the Courtyard Miami at Dolphin Mall, about four miles from the National Hurricane Center, so I wasted the afternoon walking around the mall. I'd forgotten to pack a tie, so the mall being right near the hotel was quite fortuitous. It became so for a second, completely unexpected
Anti-traditional here. Grandma? Good, but nothing can beat ‘Dominic the Italian Christmas Donkey’ for being so far from traditional.
Lately, my choices lean more toward a mix of classical, hard rock/heavy metal, and Christmas. If you’ve never heard Trans-Siberian-Orchestra, you’re missing a real treat. I’ll be watching them in concert for the fifth or sixth time next week.
Even folks not familiar with them may remember seeing this:
I picked sad because the death of children is that and more. A quick story of one of my visits to Boston for work. Living in the shadow of New York City, some would probably say armpit, New Jersey, I’d always heard the horror stories about Central Park. Some coworkers and I were out late one night, after midnight, and walked through Boston Common. Regardless of the stories about Central Park, I felt safe doing something I never would have considered closer to home, no matter the size of the group I was with, walking through a dark park late at night.
I hear that. Although the hardest part for me was determining exactly what to write about. Like most of my ideas, this one seemed to come out of nowhere. I almost believe Red is still inhabiting my brain. (See On My Deathbed/After the Light Fails if you're curious.)