What it looks like right now. I guess I had better go and serve them.
I don't know why I am chomping at the bit to get out there now, while I was more inclined to sit on my bed and listen to Moby Dick being read online over the past month, but, I guess I am "back." And ready to call Lilly to run away any other musician who may have unwittingly sat on her stoop and began to play. Lilly is a full on progressive left type who loves Liz Chaney and Hillary Clinton, yet she fights to the end to allow me to play on her stoop. As long as I don't wear a MAGA hat or play the harmonica too loudly....
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