on the radio:
DJ says now we're gonna play something by my neighbor over on julia street; you can't buy the recording but you can stop by the house on thursday nights for a jam session
at the post office:
old woman waiting in line next to me says I wish I had pretty legs , I would wear a dress like that;
i think i wish i wasn't too young to rock that fabulous hat.
can we drink some run and talk about why the free market doesn't work in venezuala?
and when friends stop by with bottles of wine and mini rose bushes, how can you not smile