2001-10-15 9:55 p.m. The cares of the city are far behind me. Today's troubles slowly fade away. I fly down the highway, John Denver riding shotgun. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Right now, it doesn't really matter. I drive west, into the setting sun. The hills reach out to greet me, and the mountains welcome me home. downtown----uptown leave me a note, fool!

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