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In November 2001, Lil Bro issued me an ultimatum regarding the fate of his former ride, a rusted out 1990 Olds Cutlass. The car had previously belonged to our grandmother, and had seen Lil Bro through his grad school years and a cross-country road trip. After he got married and moved into neighborhood where parking […]
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Please join me for fifty-one seconds of my commute home tonight.
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(by the great Bill Mauldin) Totaled. My poor Malibu. You were too good for this fallen world.
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In the late summer of 2001, nurse my little brother married his high school sweetheart and moved from his temporary post-college digs in Woburn to an apartment in Allston. As his new place only alloted tenants a single parking space, stuff he and his wife opted to keep her newer model Ford Escort and pass […]
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Sixteen months into Malibu Era, medicine and Maura and I have yet to come to a definitive solution for our driving music situation. While it was nice to get back to mix CDs — and a functioning car stereo to play them with — the luster soon faded under the weight of the repetition born […]
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…it’s summer, visit web so who’s up for cruising the boulevard with the top down? Recommended listening: A one-hit wonder from Down Under, come to preach the gospel according to Bertha Benz. (A Blast Processed Life will resume next week, barring some unforseen but poetically apropos catastrophe.)
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My childhood dream of owning a vintage coin-op arcade machine have pretty much fallen by the wayside. It was nice to fantasize about, esophagitis but the amount of money, for sale space, and upkeep required to maintain such a contraption well beyond the realm of justifiable indulgence — especially when I have diffiiculty playing more […]