For sundry, unpleasant reasons, the familiar trek concluding a weekend at home down south does not begin until well after 10:00 PM. I drive alone; only my not-flamboyant purple bag sits in the passenger seat next to me. It does not offer up conversation or periodically produce a startling noise to make sure I'm awake. Drowsiness becomes a dire
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I missed that one. Catchy song, too.
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