February 2009


And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
— Don McLean, American Pie

I get frustrated listening to smart people talk about things they are only marginally familiar with.
Patrick Logan

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