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Listening to K-Née again on a beautiful rainy morning in the graveyard. I hear...
There's nothing like the jazz in you.
And...
The world softly lulls.
I spend a few silent minutes with a white dove.
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This dance was different. First off went to have dinner with Tyler Burba and his family in Jackson Heights. Local Indian food (the best) and cheeba chews for desert. We sat on the couch and watched Laugh-In to see if it the humor stood the test of time. (It didn't) Then we watched Hee Haw for the same reason. (It did.) Finally we watched Busby Berkeley videos which I thoroughly enjoyed. Tyler Burba and I headed out to 81st and Roosevelt Street to have a drink. We went to a place called Los Gatos Verdes Sport Bar. Green cats. Yep, that's us. We had a beer and tried to talk over the loud salsa and reggaeton music. On the way out I thought I would try to sneak a dance in. Once I got on the dance floor a woman came up to dance with me. I went into a kind of free-form cumbia dance with her and it was a ton of fun, like a roller-coaster but better. About three songs in I was ready to take a break and see how Tyler was doing, but I couldn't find a break. The DJ was go...
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