May 27, 2002

I was working away on my book today and all of a sudden I heard drums. A memorial day parade went by our little barn. It was complete with veterans, musicians, girl scouts, boy scouts, and brownies. I heard the band teacher say, "Adam, you're the man. Give us a rum-tum-tum, rum-tum-tum to follow on the way to the graveyard." It was some good Americana. And there's ice on Mars. Good stuff.

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