I listened to Solomon Burke and Sam Cooke today. Night Beat is a brilliant soul album. My bicycle got a flat tire and I met a nice guy named Tim who moved here to Salinas from Boston, because his wife is from here. I went to Norma's diner to get a good meal, talk soccer with my new friends, and admire the attractive waitresses. I walked to John Steinbeck's grave through a gazing hot sun. I drove to the beach and brought along a copy of Cannery Row to mull over. This city encased in wavy green hills will be in my rearview mirror tomorrow, but it will remain closer than it appears.
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| "In a restless world like this is, love is sort of ended before it's begun. And too many moonlight kisses seem to cool in the warmth of the sun. When I give my heart it will be completely, or I'll never give my heart." |
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