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		<title>By: Topics about Arts &#187; Desperados Under the Eaves</title>
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		<description>[...] pamelahennessy.com placed an observative post today on Desperados Under the EavesHere&#8217;s a quick excerptOn a warm day, a number of months ago, I pulled up to a red light and idled, waiting for the magical green ball to tell me it was cool to proceed through the intersection. Being one who minds her surroundings in traffic, I glanced over to the car next to me. It was a beaten up convertible with an attractive young man behind the wheel. He was playing Warren Zevon on his stereo – not loud, mind you – but, loud enough for me to hear it. When the light changed to green and my fellow traveler pulled [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] pamelahennessy.com placed an observative post today on Desperados Under the EavesHere&#8217;s a quick excerptOn a warm day, a number of months ago, I pulled up to a red light and idled, waiting for the magical green ball to tell me it was cool to proceed through the intersection. Being one who minds her surroundings in traffic, I glanced over to the car next to me. It was a beaten up convertible with an attractive young man behind the wheel. He was playing Warren Zevon on his stereo – not loud, mind you – but, loud enough for me to hear it. When the light changed to green and my fellow traveler pulled [...]</p>
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