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This was something Molly Lorimer used to say to her daughter, Bea
(The Hip's road manager.... and my friend)
....She was referring to the Road or the Life of the Road
which, of course, is a life in search of somewhere to go
all the while
suspecting that
one grows where one is needed
And though I thought this might be a universal sentiment (one's first
mistake), a "Forget-Yer-Skates dream" is one I still have....
arriving at the rink for the biggest of big games and discovering to my
horror and with no time to spare that I've forgotten my skates.
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