I had a hell of a night last night, my internal monologue never shut up. So I'm cruisin' to work an hour-plus late with the radio on, and as I hit the outskirts of Lincoln, the distantly familiar bow-wow-wow-wow....un-hunnn of Lagrange (sp?) comes rollin' through my speakers. And I think, whimsically as always, shouldn't I be riding shotgun in a
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