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GARRISON KEILLOR
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Stopping to smell the pine boughs
It was Christmas in the New York subways last week, musicians heading off to play Christmas gigs, and in the Times Square station a wild-haired old man out of a George Price cartoon pounded out "Winter Wonderland" on an electric organ, a rhythm attachment going whompeta-whompeta-whompeta, and two crazed battery-powered Santas dancing the boogaloo, nearby a young trumpeter giving "O Holy Night" a good working over, and then the doors closed and we racketed uptown as an old codger came into the car and launched into "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire" as he limped up the aisle, jingling his Styrofoam cup.
A close encounter with health care
It seemed like the same cough and cold I get every winter, so I did the normal thing and got a prescription and spent a couple of days in bed, hoping to knock it out fast. I kept waiting for an improvement. Instead, I experienced a new problem.
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