#April2012
An Alzheimer’s patient hears the songs of his era and comes alive. Music is a hell of a drug.
This is a bit of a departure from the usual tripe we throw around on OL, so pardon the sentimentality I’m rocking this morning. I drove by the ocean at sunrise and the super villain in my black, black heart died a little, and then I came back to find this on my Facebook newsfeed. Haven’t had your morning cry yet? Hit the jump and, as some walking tree once said, RELEASE THE RIVER.
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