Thursday, March 11, 2004

My house is cold! Oh well, at least I have a house. Or do I? Never do I want to take anything for granted. As I write, a vibraphone plays jazz through the radio, the "Jazz through the Night," with Bob Parlocha. I probably chopped up his name, but I'll fix it, asap. Let's hear what-- John Coltrane's Aida something or other. I'll learn. I feel like such a rube. But hey--I live in rural Southern Georgia!

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