I am driving my daughter home from school yesterday. As usual I am listening to the music, my daughter wishes, I didn't. It happens to be a cd, of one I haven't listened to. I know her voice and so does my daughter, as she is fed a consistent diet of it, when we are in the car. For once we are both taken aback, as all of a sudden this very distinctive voice, takes over, when we least expected it.
Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday singing, Sweet Hunk Of Trash. It took me back in time, if only for a few minutes. These for me are ah ha, moments, when life can get no better.
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