Hey, ten years. Miss you, Flipper.
Frances Bean looks a lot like Dad.

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Tonight, the Great Shabbat (almost as cool as the Great Pumpkin)
Tomorrow begins the Great Trek (pack? in advance? what?)
Toothbrush. Clean underwear. Notebook. Pen. Music.
Packed.

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Oh you lovely people who will grace me with your hospitality up and down the east coast this week: Thank you! I love you. It's sleeting here. April always has the last word.

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