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August 19, 2012
I was still sleeping -- the temperature rested below eighty -- when some loser drove by blasting Huey Lewis and the News. My subconscious dutifully latched on to “Heart and Soul” and now it’s on an endless loop in my head. Thanks. Out in the slant of harsh morning sun I was greeted by a voice from a transistor radio; “KNX news time is six forty-seven.” It’s emanating from the pile of blankets and street bound humanity camped on the bus bench across the asphalt. It sounds like 1972 to me, wildfires in the mountains and candidates in the plains.