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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

After dropping off the neighbors at the airport at 6:15 this morning, a Norah Jones song came on while the sunlight poured over the Cascades and Mount Tahoma. Hit the spot, her sultry sleepy sexy voice and piano and the nice & tastefully subtly tasty band, and me so sunny and sleepy in my cozy car on the interstate. Hours later I can’t recall the tune, but if you hum a few bars . . .

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