So, I have been terrible about writing. I call myself a writer and, sometimes, even when the brain is frozen, you just gotta write. So, a quickie true story for you for no real reason–for what it’s worth.
I drive for Uber. Now, no matter where you live in the world, I’m sure you’re familiar. It’s like a taxi service without the price gouging.
When I’m driving, I keep the radio on a little known, independent radio station, here in Tucson. I like them because they’ll play anything. You’ll hear a song by the Ramones followed by a song by Louis Armstrong. Odds are you won’t like everything they play, but odds are equally likely that, if you listen long enough, you’ll hear SOME thing that you’ll like. I usually keep the volume down low if I have a customer. Big lead up for a small story.
Anyway, so this…
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