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Teardrops on the City

Some things you just can’t write about.

Some things, you spend a lifetime writing around.

RIP, Clarence Clemons.  You’re one of the reasons I wrote at all.

(P.S.  I stole this title from a headline on Salon.com.  It was too good not to use.)

Originally published  June 19, 2011