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There is very little I miss about owning an automobile. Riding with my mother to some unknown destination in the Sonoran desert region of southern Arizona is pretty much it. Comfort from an odd source.

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I enjoyed that: the road sounds, the xylophone (vibes?), the tight shots, the sleepy blur at the end.

You dad and I are part of a food and fellowship men’s group.

Well done.



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