August 28, 2008
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August 28th, 2008.
Heather and Rowan and I are hitting the road again today, I-70 is flashing past and grey skies are glowering down, Rowan’s in the backseat putting on his distinctive orange-smelling hand lotion. We’re listening to pop songs and Heather’s pleased with lyrics and I’m a little bit grumpy, but if the new Metallica tune flashes…