1. As I walked back from work last Thursday, I heard the faint strains of a trumpet à la big band jazz. I looked behind me and saw a scarlet red pickup truck with the windows down, blaring something like Count Basie for the world to hear. A nice change from the earth-rumbling, window-shaking bass of rap music usually thumping down the street
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