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There Is A General Place In Your Brain, I Think, Reserved For Melancholy Of Relationships Past. It Grows And Prospers As Life Progresses, Forcing You Finally, Against Your Better Judgment, To Listen To Country Music.

Sometimes In The Morning, When It's A Good Surf, I Go Out There, And I Don't Feel Like It's A Bad World.

In The 1950s In Columbia, South Carolina, It Was Considered Ok For Kids To Play With Weird Things. We Could Go To The Hardware Store And Buy 100 Feet Of Dynamite Fuse.

We Were Fortunate To Have The Russians As Our Childhood Enemies. We Practiced Hiding Under Our Desks In Case They Had The Temerity To Drop A Nuclear Weapon.

You Can't Ask Your Pharmacist To Stock Larger Quantities Of Potassium Nitrate Because You Want To Make A Bigger Rocket.