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    Today it's 67 degrees here in Atlanta. And tomorrow it's December. 
What happened to autumn?
        
    
   
  
  
  
  
  
 
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
     
    
    
	 
	 Stop this train
	 
    
    
     
    "Don't know how else to say it
I don't want to see my parents go
One generation's length away
From fighting life out on my own"
-- John Mayer
        
    
   
  
  
  
  
  
 
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
     
    
    
	 
	 All that...
	 
    
    
     
    
November gets me buying jazz again.