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AMERICAN PIE REVIEW

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truck The song came out in 1971. My older brother had a pickup truck. After he graduated high school it became my pickup truck. But not really.

DREAMS DIE? NO, THEY GET CROWDED OUT BY NEW DREAMS

Dreams die, or seem to die, because that’s what dreams do. Does anyone remember the dream they had last night better than the dreams they had as kids? When a dream is memorable as an adult, which way do they go: nightmare, or comfort? I lean toward the anxious side.