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When I was a boy of 18 years, I was traveling in New Zealand and a song came on the radio. The lyrics sang, “I can’t stand myself. I’m being held up by invisible men. Still life on a shelf when I got my mind on something else.”
For my final days in France I did some special activities, such as drive with a dog and shake my booty to some brass brand music and eat on the banks of the Seine River. You know, the yoosh. But perhaps the most emotional moment was at an airport with an old friend…
