The house is smaller than I remember it. The gate squeaks horribly when I push it open. I walk around to the back door and I can hear music -- one of those staggle-haired women. Joni Mitchell? No, Carole King. "Tonight you're mine, completely. You give your love so sweetly . . ."
(Contributed by Bob Murphy)
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