So, I promised several posts ago to talk about someone new who I shall refer to going forward as M. I've been hesitant to talk about him in much detail here so as not to jinx myself. I thought that as soon as I started blogging about this great guy I've been seeing suddenly he'd disappear, like a fog. But I'm taking the chance.
I'm breaking all of my own rules this time, dating someone that I work with. Thankfully his job does not require him to be in the office everyday, like mine, and he's transferring to a position that will require him to come to the office even less in a few weeks, so, professional infringement avoided -- sweet! We've been seeing each other for almost three weeks and having a lot of fun. We have loads in common and, importantly, align similarly politically and fundamentally -- oh, and he cooks too!
Our tastes in music align quite well too -- he had me at My Morning Jacket. Every day we discover a new and obscure band we both like. I think introducing him to Wilco scored me some kick-ass-girlfriend points and our Band of Horses experience last night (keep reading) upped his score majorly. Like The Cat, I don't plan to prattle on about M. here very often, but as it's a big deal in my life I wanted to clue in anyone who might be reading -- and I was about to burst waiting to tell you!
Now, about the Band of Horses show. I was totally stoked to have someone to go with me to the show and was really excited about the evening. We grabbed dinner at the Mellow Mushroom on The Corner in Charlottesville (hippies make great pizza and play great music) and walked up the street to the Satellite Ballroom for the show. This was both of our first times in the venue, and I really didn't care for it. Everything looked, and the opening band The Drones sounded, low rent. In fact, they sounded terrible, which made me nervous as someone warned me that if the sound guy didn't know how to handle the acoustic-less venue, the show might suck. M. really liked the english punk sound the band was putting out so I bobbed along trying to hide the fact that I had started to feel terrible.
I'd taken the first of a round of antibiotics before we left the house and I think I was having a bad reaction to the meds and probably a fever too as suddenly I was in a cold sweat. By about the fourth song into the B.O.H. set I was also dizzy. M. only had to look at me once to realize something was not right so we stepped outside for air and his eyes got really big which meant I was looking rough and we drove back to Richmond. Hot date that I was, fell asleep on the drive, which in my state I'm sure was uber-attractive! I did get to see M. in full taking-care-of-his-girl mode and he passed with flying colors. He was attentive, but not in a smothering parent sort of way, and completely understanding of the fact that I'd just pulled him out of a great show just four songs in. I'd have been pissed if the tables were turned -- I admit it.
Actually, what we heard of the show was great. I was really bummed that I was sick because I know it would have been, venue aside, a lot of fun. I really hope they come back 'round this way again -- perhaps stopping in Richmond, and a better venue.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Long overdue
Wowzers. Tis been a long while since my last post and boy are there things to talk about . . . let's start with Wilco who I saw Saturday, October 20 at the Charlottesville Pavilion.First of all, I have to say . . . the show was kick ass! Phenomenal was a word I used the day after to describe the experience. I remember having a similar feeling of euphoria walking back to the car after the first time I saw them in the same venue in 2006. I had a suspicion, pre-show, that it was the last on their US tour (same as the last time) and that we could expect a big one. Jeff Tweedy confirmed it several songs into the first set.
Shaun's only previous chance to see the band was 10 years ago, but he's a huge fan, so his anticipation rivaled my own. M., who took advantage of Shaun's extra ticket, knew very little but after all I told him he thought he had a general idea of what he was walking into. He left raving over the band and the experience -- just like the rest of us, they'd exceeded his expectations. That's what a Wilco show does to you. They're a group of talented artists who enjoy their craft and let the music flow over you with a controlled, chaotic, cacophony of sound and genuinely fantastic rock-n-roll. I hadn't been as happy as I was during those three hours (yes - nearly 3 hour show!) in a very long time. The crowd, which was "off the hook, as they say", the vibe, the company -- everything was that good.
The beginning of the set was mellow and began to build momentum with each passing song. (It's too long to highlight all of the songs in this post but you can go here and read it in it's entirety.) Highlights for me were: Sunken Treasure, their opener; Shake It Off; which led into Handshake Drugs; War on War; Via Chicago, which was full of their famous chaos and like a thunderstorm rolling over the song; Muzzle of Bees, when Jeff pulled an 8-yr old fan named Lilac Rain onstage, her fourth time in two years, to sing and dance along; Heavy Metal Drummer, which popped up at the end of the first encore; I Got You came 'round in the second encore; and finally, after three encores -- three! -- they closed with Spiders, that I went crazy over during the final explosion of guitar that closed the show. I also have to mention guitarist Nels Cline's performance. Watching and hearing him play guitar was an experience all it's own.
Monday, Shaun brought me a double disk recording of the show he'd found online that Sunday. It's as good as any live recording I've ever heard -- clean and loud -- and I think I hear my own screaming during Spiders. Being able to listen to such a great show over and over just days after hearing it live has been a lot of fun. I'm gonna go ahead and say it -- Wilco has once again claimed the top spot on my Best Shows Ever list.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
What goes around
Thought it might be time for a little update on what's been at the top of my iTunes playlists recently. Over the last week I've found several tasty little bits of musical goodness and they are:
WASTED ONE Cary Brothers
How I've missed these guys before, I have no idea. I had two of their tracks in my library but never paid much attention to them until I read about this track online. It's been featured several times on tv and in the movies. Zach Braff must love them as they've been on the soundtrack of both Garden State, The Last Kiss and featured on Scrubs. This track is from their EP, Waiting For Your Letter and I've really enjoyed hearing it pop up in rotation. It's good music for the fall (if the fall ever plans to actually be).
THE GHOST OF VIRGINIA Justin Townes Earle
I wrote about Justin Earle over the summer. He opened for the band that opened for Jason Isbell and the 500 Unit at the Canal Club in July. Son of Steve Earle, Justin's sound is reminiscent of Hank Williams, with deep country roots. I really enjoy the down home feel I get from his music and how different his style is from his his father's.
MORE THAN I CAN DO Steve Earle
Speaking of Steve Earle, I read about this track on a blog recently too. At first you think, oh, a great song about loving someone so much you could never let them go and then you realize, he's talking sort of fanatically about never letting this girl go. He even has the girl calling the cops. So, it's still a great song -- even if it is about an ex-boyfriend stalker. Oh, and it also has great harmonica work.
BELIEVE The Bravery
I bought tickets to see The Bravery at Toad's Place in a month and realized I didn't have their most recent album, The Sun and the Moon. This is the lead track from that record and at first listen, I was immediately hooked. The opening bass chords thrill me every time. I've been listening to it on my way to work to get the day going. I find my head nodding and my foot pushing the accelerator harder. It's like my first few sips of coffee.
As an aside, this Saturday night is the Wilco show in Charlottesville. My buddy Shaun and my new . . . um . . . well, I'll explain who M. is a little later but he's going too and has never seen Wilco, nor is he very familiar with their work. The perfect candidate for the spare ticket that came up. I saw Wilco for the first time under similar conditions in the spring of last year and left the show a born again fan. The live show was phenomenal and I left eager to obtain as much of their work as possible. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is my favorite Wilco album and I really want to love their newest release, Sky Blue Sky but I can't quite get under it. I am hoping hearing the material live will give me the experience I need to want to listen to it on repeat.
WASTED ONE Cary Brothers
How I've missed these guys before, I have no idea. I had two of their tracks in my library but never paid much attention to them until I read about this track online. It's been featured several times on tv and in the movies. Zach Braff must love them as they've been on the soundtrack of both Garden State, The Last Kiss and featured on Scrubs. This track is from their EP, Waiting For Your Letter and I've really enjoyed hearing it pop up in rotation. It's good music for the fall (if the fall ever plans to actually be).
THE GHOST OF VIRGINIA Justin Townes Earle
I wrote about Justin Earle over the summer. He opened for the band that opened for Jason Isbell and the 500 Unit at the Canal Club in July. Son of Steve Earle, Justin's sound is reminiscent of Hank Williams, with deep country roots. I really enjoy the down home feel I get from his music and how different his style is from his his father's.
MORE THAN I CAN DO Steve Earle
Speaking of Steve Earle, I read about this track on a blog recently too. At first you think, oh, a great song about loving someone so much you could never let them go and then you realize, he's talking sort of fanatically about never letting this girl go. He even has the girl calling the cops. So, it's still a great song -- even if it is about an ex-boyfriend stalker. Oh, and it also has great harmonica work.
BELIEVE The Bravery
I bought tickets to see The Bravery at Toad's Place in a month and realized I didn't have their most recent album, The Sun and the Moon. This is the lead track from that record and at first listen, I was immediately hooked. The opening bass chords thrill me every time. I've been listening to it on my way to work to get the day going. I find my head nodding and my foot pushing the accelerator harder. It's like my first few sips of coffee.
As an aside, this Saturday night is the Wilco show in Charlottesville. My buddy Shaun and my new . . . um . . . well, I'll explain who M. is a little later but he's going too and has never seen Wilco, nor is he very familiar with their work. The perfect candidate for the spare ticket that came up. I saw Wilco for the first time under similar conditions in the spring of last year and left the show a born again fan. The live show was phenomenal and I left eager to obtain as much of their work as possible. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is my favorite Wilco album and I really want to love their newest release, Sky Blue Sky but I can't quite get under it. I am hoping hearing the material live will give me the experience I need to want to listen to it on repeat.
The 11th Hour
I read, on The Official Google Blog, that today that is (was) Blog Action Day, a worldwide initiative encouraging bloggers to post about the environment. I've posted about environmental issues several times here and if you know me, you've heard me prattle on about sustainability and how my Civic gets kick ass gas mileage (40 mpg on my trip to SC this summer). So, in the spirit of the day, and at the 11th hour, I offer you five simple things we can all do to help make a change in the crisis our planet finds itself in.
1. Purchase and use reusable grocery bags. These are lightweight, sturdy (with a supportive plastic insert in the bottom) and hold as much as two of those flimsy plastic bags the grocery store provides. They're also very useful for toting just about anything else you require and fold up so you could shove several into your, eh-hem, manbags.
2. Replace your current lightbulbs with compact flourescent bulbs.
3. Ride a bike, walk, skip, rollerblade . . . or, if you have to drive, go for a fuel efficient mode of transportation. If you're driving a car with a combustion engine, don't allow your car to idle, outside of traffic, for more than 60 seconds.
4. Use a refillable water bottle.
5. R-E-C-Y-C-L-E
1. Purchase and use reusable grocery bags. These are lightweight, sturdy (with a supportive plastic insert in the bottom) and hold as much as two of those flimsy plastic bags the grocery store provides. They're also very useful for toting just about anything else you require and fold up so you could shove several into your, eh-hem, manbags.
2. Replace your current lightbulbs with compact flourescent bulbs.
3. Ride a bike, walk, skip, rollerblade . . . or, if you have to drive, go for a fuel efficient mode of transportation. If you're driving a car with a combustion engine, don't allow your car to idle, outside of traffic, for more than 60 seconds.
4. Use a refillable water bottle.
5. R-E-C-Y-C-L-E
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Sounds like
It's been several weeks since downloading a new song and thinking, "Wow!". This weekend though I stumbled upon a track from the new Nada Surf album, Lucky, due out in February of next year. I'm not terribly familiar with Nada Surf but this song, See These Bones, is making me very happy. It's five minutes of lovely alt-pop with warm vocals and thoughtful lyrics. Perfect listening for the season. I'm disappointed I can't hear the rest of the album right now! Such a tease.
I'd like to mention one of the highlights of yesterday's National Folk Festival lineup. Rosie Ledet and the Zydeco Playboys from Iota, Louisiana were performing in the Richmond Times-Dispatch dance tent when we dragged our tired bodies to the far end of Brown's Island at about 9:00 last night. The tent was packed when we arrived with both seated areas and a huge plywood dancefloor. I saw an opening in the crowd and began to weave my way through -- and then I noticed, most of the people standing in the tent were dancing to the rowdy zydeco sounds coming from the stage. Rosie, the tiny leading lady, was going crazy on an accordion and the crowd was loving it. I was reenergized by the band -- and the crowd -- a totaly mix of Richmond society, having a great time together. There were young kids and old couples shag dancing themselves silly, sweating and smiling. Even the folks in the seats were bobbing their heads, tapping their feet and loving the music and the show unfolding on the dancefloor in front of them. People who'd never consider dancing normally found themselves unable to stand still. The group finished their set with a cover of Sweet Home Alabama. They knew their crowd with their song choice and the whole place was filled with applause, cheering and yee-haws -- oh, and several raised lighters and cell phones. As cheesy as it was, everyone was into it.
I'd like to mention one of the highlights of yesterday's National Folk Festival lineup. Rosie Ledet and the Zydeco Playboys from Iota, Louisiana were performing in the Richmond Times-Dispatch dance tent when we dragged our tired bodies to the far end of Brown's Island at about 9:00 last night. The tent was packed when we arrived with both seated areas and a huge plywood dancefloor. I saw an opening in the crowd and began to weave my way through -- and then I noticed, most of the people standing in the tent were dancing to the rowdy zydeco sounds coming from the stage. Rosie, the tiny leading lady, was going crazy on an accordion and the crowd was loving it. I was reenergized by the band -- and the crowd -- a totaly mix of Richmond society, having a great time together. There were young kids and old couples shag dancing themselves silly, sweating and smiling. Even the folks in the seats were bobbing their heads, tapping their feet and loving the music and the show unfolding on the dancefloor in front of them. People who'd never consider dancing normally found themselves unable to stand still. The group finished their set with a cover of Sweet Home Alabama. They knew their crowd with their song choice and the whole place was filled with applause, cheering and yee-haws -- oh, and several raised lighters and cell phones. As cheesy as it was, everyone was into it.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Let your roots show
If you find yourself in Richmond this weekend, I totally suggest you take some time out for the National Folk Festival. It's going on Friday - Sunday on the Downtown Richmond riverfront. This is the third, and final year, Richmond has hosted the National Festival that's in its 69th year. Last year my girlfriends and I volunteered to pour beer at one of the beverage stations but ended up on Bucket Brigade. We saw all of the shows and heard all of the music we wanted all the while carrying around orange, 10-gallon buckets collecting donations for this year's festival. We also acted as roving sources of information, answering questions for festival goers. I managed to see Louisiana's, Lost Bayou Ramblers three times that weekend and was looking forward to this year's appearance until I learned today though that they were not invited to this year's festival. The committee never books the same acts two years in a row so that every year you get a new and varied experience.
This year we will be volunteering for two shifts, one Saturday and another Sunday, but in different spots. Alyssa will be working crowd control at one of the stages, or as she explains it, Coast Guard duty, while Anne and I will be working the Information Services tent. Not as much opportunity to roam around but I've decided to go down Friday evening and just hang out. Did I mention it was free? All shows, all 3 days -- FREE.
Check out the interactive guide here at the Times-Dispatch site. If you can get your hands on one there are also pull-out sections in this week's Style magazine. After reading and listening to clips of several acts, I have a short list of must-sees. Not surprising there are fiddle, mandolin, banjo and flat-picking players near the top. Hoorah!
Monday, October 8, 2007
New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down
Logic tells me to go to bed. My flight into RIC after a lovely, long weekend in NYC came in at 1:00ish this morning and I've not quite recovered from the damn good time I had but want to document it before it all flies out of my head.
I landed a little cranky at JFK late Thursday night, and arrived in the East Village about an hour after that -- setting foot on Manhattan again gave me excited shivers. I love Kyle & Erin's new neighborhood and their shiny new apartment -- which they kindly shared with me for three nights.
Friday, in 85 degree October weather, I was on my own and made my way solo, quite triumphantly, uptown on the subway to visit family at 88th and CPW. The fact that I did not end up in a burrow that was not Manhattan was a personal triumph. After a huge pastrami sandwich at Artie's Deli and a stroll over into Central Park I headed back downtown to meet up with my hosts for the evening. Erin's and my birthdays were last Monday & Tuesday respectively and I was looking forward to more celebrating. She, Kyle and I had a tasty sushi dinner before bellying up to the first of many bars -- which, I might add, are real bars where drinking is priority and food is an afterthought and not a requirement for business.
On the way to our next stop, we began running into groups of Kyle's friends on the street until we'd become a mass ten people strong. It was good fun putting faces to the names of the people I'd heard so many stories about. I felt like I knew them all. After Erin acted as voluntary broken photobooth photographer with an eager stranger's iPhone we stalked several firetrucks who'd pulled up, sirens blazing, right in front of us. They were busy saving lives so we ended up having nightcaps while playing Connect Four in a cozy little bar before grabbing late night pizza and making our way home.
Saturday, Kyle and I were invited over to his friends Tara & John's place on the upper East Side for grilling and hanging out in their sweet little backyard. I almost forgot I was in the city as it was so quiet and peaceful -- and a shady respite from the 85 degree sunshine of mid-afternoon. Soon, our group again began to grow as several of the crowd from Friday night joined us to walk to Randall's Island for, what turned out to be, a huge Arcade Fire show. The walk along a promenade running between the East River and the FDR was pleasantly unexpected. I saw a side of the city I would have never had the chance to see otherwise. We crossed a creepy, green steel footbridge over to Ward's Island Park and around the infamous Manhattan Psychiatric Center over another footbridge onto Randall's Island. As we'd approached the venue from the rear -- hehehe, I couldn't help that one -- there was more walking around the island to the gates of the festival. As we entered and made our way down a slope the festival scene opened up in front of us and we all commented on how freaking big it was. We caught most of the Blonde Redhead show, which Kyle was really excited about. LCD Soundsystem took the stage next and I enjoyed the show much more than I expected. I knew very little about his music going in but when their set ended I looked over at the group and beaming, said, "that was fun!"
Soon after we arrived on site several in our group pointed out the pipe organ sitting on stage. I'd mentioned several times how much I hoped Arcade Fire would have one to properly perform several of their songs featuring the giant instrument. I'd heard from another fan that when she saw them earlier this year light shot out of the pipes during the show and I was looking forward to it like a kid waiting for the tooth fairy. I love to hear a pipe organ used in music not played from a hymnal. It's a beautiful instrument and they used it twice which was quite pleasing and, there were in fact lights, shining out of the pipes. There were more light and video effects used on and around the stage throughout the show. Explaining it would not do it justice, but trust me, your eyes and ears get equal attention at Arcade Fire shows -- and with nearly a dozen different artists playing several instruments per song running about, there is a lot to keep up with. I heard everything I hoped to with most of the setlist coming from their most recent release, Neon Bible. I wished I weren't so darn tired through most of the second half of the set. The walking and standing were starting to get to me and I was fading fast. I caught a second wind just as the group rolled into the finale and was dancing around singing along with the crowd at the top of our lungs. Great show -- their last in New York for several years -- and a pretty good crowd too.
It was decided that the buses, bursting with fans leaving the venue were not at all appealing and decided to walk back the way we came. We crossed back over both foot bridges, admiring the views of the East Side skyline, crossed FDR and began walking downtown on First Avenue through Spanish Harlem starting on 100th Street. At about 92nd I asked if we were planning to walk all the way to Kyle's place on 13th -- dreading the answer. I think I was delirious. We grabbed a cab at about 89th and headed home, for a shower, food and sleep. By my Gmaps calculations we covered, from the start at Tara's, over to Randall's Island and back to the point where we picked up a cab, 5.5 miles.
Sunday was a lazy day and though we talked about motivating and heading to an Oktoberfest street festival, we never quite made it out of the apartment. We watched a movie and lots of Sunday sports. I know we'll hear some grief for allowing me to spend an entire, sunny (hot) day in the city in doors watching TV but honestly, it was exactly what I wanted. I got to spend a lot of time with a good friend, which in the end was the entire point of my trip. We finally stepped outside for an early dinner before I had to go to the airport -- a tasty little place on Avenue A with floor to ceiling windows that opened onto the street. I was happy to feel the air was turning chilly, which was enough taste of fall to satisfy me for the weekend and made up for the July-like temperatures on Friday.
Everytime I have to leave Manhattan and am crossing the bridge into Queens I get a little teary eyed and then I run through my calendar and start planning my next trip up, waiting to cross the bridge again going the other way.
I landed a little cranky at JFK late Thursday night, and arrived in the East Village about an hour after that -- setting foot on Manhattan again gave me excited shivers. I love Kyle & Erin's new neighborhood and their shiny new apartment -- which they kindly shared with me for three nights.
Friday, in 85 degree October weather, I was on my own and made my way solo, quite triumphantly, uptown on the subway to visit family at 88th and CPW. The fact that I did not end up in a burrow that was not Manhattan was a personal triumph. After a huge pastrami sandwich at Artie's Deli and a stroll over into Central Park I headed back downtown to meet up with my hosts for the evening. Erin's and my birthdays were last Monday & Tuesday respectively and I was looking forward to more celebrating. She, Kyle and I had a tasty sushi dinner before bellying up to the first of many bars -- which, I might add, are real bars where drinking is priority and food is an afterthought and not a requirement for business.
On the way to our next stop, we began running into groups of Kyle's friends on the street until we'd become a mass ten people strong. It was good fun putting faces to the names of the people I'd heard so many stories about. I felt like I knew them all. After Erin acted as voluntary broken photobooth photographer with an eager stranger's iPhone we stalked several firetrucks who'd pulled up, sirens blazing, right in front of us. They were busy saving lives so we ended up having nightcaps while playing Connect Four in a cozy little bar before grabbing late night pizza and making our way home.
Saturday, Kyle and I were invited over to his friends Tara & John's place on the upper East Side for grilling and hanging out in their sweet little backyard. I almost forgot I was in the city as it was so quiet and peaceful -- and a shady respite from the 85 degree sunshine of mid-afternoon. Soon, our group again began to grow as several of the crowd from Friday night joined us to walk to Randall's Island for, what turned out to be, a huge Arcade Fire show. The walk along a promenade running between the East River and the FDR was pleasantly unexpected. I saw a side of the city I would have never had the chance to see otherwise. We crossed a creepy, green steel footbridge over to Ward's Island Park and around the infamous Manhattan Psychiatric Center over another footbridge onto Randall's Island. As we'd approached the venue from the rear -- hehehe, I couldn't help that one -- there was more walking around the island to the gates of the festival. As we entered and made our way down a slope the festival scene opened up in front of us and we all commented on how freaking big it was. We caught most of the Blonde Redhead show, which Kyle was really excited about. LCD Soundsystem took the stage next and I enjoyed the show much more than I expected. I knew very little about his music going in but when their set ended I looked over at the group and beaming, said, "that was fun!"
Soon after we arrived on site several in our group pointed out the pipe organ sitting on stage. I'd mentioned several times how much I hoped Arcade Fire would have one to properly perform several of their songs featuring the giant instrument. I'd heard from another fan that when she saw them earlier this year light shot out of the pipes during the show and I was looking forward to it like a kid waiting for the tooth fairy. I love to hear a pipe organ used in music not played from a hymnal. It's a beautiful instrument and they used it twice which was quite pleasing and, there were in fact lights, shining out of the pipes. There were more light and video effects used on and around the stage throughout the show. Explaining it would not do it justice, but trust me, your eyes and ears get equal attention at Arcade Fire shows -- and with nearly a dozen different artists playing several instruments per song running about, there is a lot to keep up with. I heard everything I hoped to with most of the setlist coming from their most recent release, Neon Bible. I wished I weren't so darn tired through most of the second half of the set. The walking and standing were starting to get to me and I was fading fast. I caught a second wind just as the group rolled into the finale and was dancing around singing along with the crowd at the top of our lungs. Great show -- their last in New York for several years -- and a pretty good crowd too.
It was decided that the buses, bursting with fans leaving the venue were not at all appealing and decided to walk back the way we came. We crossed back over both foot bridges, admiring the views of the East Side skyline, crossed FDR and began walking downtown on First Avenue through Spanish Harlem starting on 100th Street. At about 92nd I asked if we were planning to walk all the way to Kyle's place on 13th -- dreading the answer. I think I was delirious. We grabbed a cab at about 89th and headed home, for a shower, food and sleep. By my Gmaps calculations we covered, from the start at Tara's, over to Randall's Island and back to the point where we picked up a cab, 5.5 miles.
Sunday was a lazy day and though we talked about motivating and heading to an Oktoberfest street festival, we never quite made it out of the apartment. We watched a movie and lots of Sunday sports. I know we'll hear some grief for allowing me to spend an entire, sunny (hot) day in the city in doors watching TV but honestly, it was exactly what I wanted. I got to spend a lot of time with a good friend, which in the end was the entire point of my trip. We finally stepped outside for an early dinner before I had to go to the airport -- a tasty little place on Avenue A with floor to ceiling windows that opened onto the street. I was happy to feel the air was turning chilly, which was enough taste of fall to satisfy me for the weekend and made up for the July-like temperatures on Friday.
Everytime I have to leave Manhattan and am crossing the bridge into Queens I get a little teary eyed and then I run through my calendar and start planning my next trip up, waiting to cross the bridge again going the other way.
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