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Between airports, airplanes and transit lounges

Monday morning blues – redux

Sometimes what you listen to says it all.

“I think I’ll go to Boston
I think I’ll start a new life
I think I’ll start it over
where no one knows my name

Oh yeah and I think I’ll go to Boston
I think that I was tired
I think I need a new town
To leave this all behind

Boston, where no one knows my name”

(Boston, Augustana)