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I have no earthly idea why I own a FOUR CD set of The Kingston Trio. That's more squeaky clean 1950s folk than anyone really needs to have, I think.

(but because I'm me and compulsively thorough, I ripped it all and am listening to it all, deleting as I go)

(although some of it is dear to me as "songs sung by my hippie babysitters in mostly futile attempts to get me to fall asleep")

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I'll be sort of scarce for the next three days -- Dana and I are taking a course in "Weapons of Mass Destruction for EMS" down in Williamsburg. Because it sounds cool.