Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I was on a south bound train. I was thinking about a man who had been the CEO of a company before the dotcom bust and wondering if it was easy to do it then and if he still had the skin in the new era. It was 6:30pm and everyone was moving to the west side of the train to watch the sunset. A woman asked me if I would go to the bar and get her a povritac. When I went to the bar and asked, no one could figure out what that was. I went back and asked her, and she told me that she was a baby sitter, and that she was part of a group that would take the baby she was babysitting as others would, and bring them all to someone’s house and line them up just so they could sit back and admire all the little babies.

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