When you dream about being at work...
Isn't it sort of like working over-time, and not even getting paid for it?
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It's come to my attention that the youth of this nation, the very ark by which our culture will be carried forth into an unknown future, have been quite remiss in any spontaneous outbursts of lyrics from CONVOY. Think about it: when was the last time you were walking down the street and heard a young person ask "You Wanna Give Me a 10-9 On that Pig-Pen?" or refer to "11 Long-Haired Friends of Jesus in a Chartreuse Micro-Bus"? It's been a while, hasn't it? I guess one can't really blame the kids -- I think the parents dropped the ball on this one. Yeah, I blame the parents...
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The afternoon of March 9, 2006 was rather foggy, as the pics reveal. These shots were taken from the Purple Line express El Train on the way to the Loop:
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