The thrill is gone
Actually, as the blues go, I’m not a BB King fan, but the headline fit. The thrill of getting up and getting dressed in the dark so I can catch a 7 o’clock train (or, worse, a 6 o’clock plane) has definitely worn thin.
My Now-Urban Life
From suburban Albany to urban Phoenixville
My Now-Urban Life
From suburban Albany to urban Phoenixville