We sold our beloved old Peugeot in 1986. B drove it out of the driveway one afternoon and returned a few hours later with the new dark blue Camry. A few days later I searched for my favorite Boccherini tape and couldn’t find it. I had the tape holder, but not the tape. It took awhile, but I finally realized that with the Peugeot went my beloved cello music. I always wondered what lucky person ended up with that comfortable old car with the delightful music in the tape player.
A Fondness For Reading 
Lovely music. Dreamy, too.
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In our house, we use his name irreverently playing around with Jimmy Buffett’s Cheeseburger in Paradise. Instead of singing, ‘not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat’ we sing, ‘not luigi boccherini or bulgur wheat.’ :<)
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