My trusty blackberry is approaching five years old. The finish is wearing
and the once-grippy quick keys are now smooth and tough. Inside is a
memory chip which holds all kinds of Corey-clectic tunes which remind me of
flights hither and yon. Right now I'm headed home from west Michigan with
"Radio Nowhere" and "Float On". Little C was and is sick, though
apparently nobody told him, and I'm ready to get back to being Mr. C and
into President's Day weekend away.

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