Since Daylight Savings Time is taking away the hour usually reserved for writing to y'all's truly, I'll keep this short, but I would like to extend a heartfelt "thank you" to Richard Milhouse Nixon for giving us Daylight Savings Time in the first place. Damn good idea, Dick I bet you had no idea how many happy basketball players you made when you allowed us to have sunshine after work.
Before leaving Charlottesville, we stopped by to see my cousin Dylan at the local alterno-shop. They had an exquisite selection of water pipes and rolling papers, as well as an incense stick the size of a small tree branch. Some of the pipes were going for $350, which seemed a little out of the range for some of these college boys. One kid came in and was fondling one such pipe with such awe and reverence that even the most bleary-eyed and cynical of his friends called it "righteous." It was rather sweet, like a boy longing for the red bike in the window.
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with Dylan at "Roots, Rock & Reggae"
The ride back to New York was immeasurably sweetened by plugging my iBook into the stereo system and listening to my mp3s of Ambrosia, Supertramp, the Beastie Boys and the 5th Dimension. I think Finger Lickin' Good can solve any problems the New Jersey Turnpike has to offer.
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road trippin' 2003-style