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The redeye from Seattle was made bearable by four Northwest beverage tickets my sister mailed in advance of their Dec 31st expiration. Waiting for brother-in-law Jim to pick me up in chilly predawn dark outside airport I bum a flavorless Yves-St. Laurent cigarette from a man who says bumming's not the custom in Minneapolis. "What are you going to do [for smokes] at your next stop?" he asks, fishing for a conversation. I tell him, "This is my final destination." |
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Gasoline is a carcinogen! Please, please, never pump your own! |
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