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WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW

Is a song I just heard on tonight’s Tony Awards; fell in love with, and bought on iTunes.  I admit, I’m a weird. guy .  But I REALLY  MISS the man I was becoming in Ireland.   Confident, and eager to test and find the limits of my talent.  Wanting to test then the limits of my talent; surrounding myself with writers who stoked my aspiration, challenging me to raise the calibre of my work, by simply and all-friendly like, competing with me for an un-said chalice of capability.

They probably never knew I was competing, silently, but I did.

Hey, I’m an American.  It’s what we do.

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