Growing weary of the slice and dice of post-debate polls, I re-adjusted the positions of three dogs and rolled over onto my side while wrestling up enough covers to cover my bottom. Encountering a face that I've watched change for sixteen years, I had the good fortunate to experience the sort of heart swelling feeling of appreciation that explains big sweeping ballads like Jackie DeShannon's version of "I Can Make It With You" and Claude Rains in "Mr. Skeffington".
And then a terrier twitched her tail and soiled the air.
But I still have Jackie, perhaps paying homage to her friend P.J. Proby, and what I consider the best version of "I Can Make It With You". Oh, and "Mr. Skeffington", too.
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