The first time I met Fred, he sang this song in the dark, sitting on the floor of a friend's beach house. I didn't think anyone in the room had heard it before, judging by the silence when he finished. But now I know that's exactly the predictable response to every listening. So, for today, this is really real - "...when I'm with 'em, it's like Thanksgiving..." And I darn well better act like it.
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