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I had okra in soup tonight.
For the first time.
I love its taste and texture.
But mostly okra reminds me of the North Carolina Piedmont I knew in my youth.
A woman from the next table over asked me what I thought of the soup.
I told her it was the first time that I had okra in a soup.
(I did not tell her about playing with GI Joes in sunny gravel driveways.)
She said she was from Newton, Kansas.
I said that I had just met someone from there;
and at this rate I'd soon know the whole town.
She disagreed and estimated the population to be around 20,000.
Her husband agreed with that number quietly.
Tilting his head slightly, tightening his lips a bit and nodding.
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I could be in Oklahoma this Saturday.
I have never been there before.
Steve and I registered for The March of 1000 Flaming Skeletons.
I'd like to drive through Newton on the way back.
But it'll be hard to sell Steve on that idea.
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Last week, I collected 15 versions of Terry Riley's In C.
The first performance of In C was at SUNY Buffalo in 1968.
I am contemplating practicing it to record a solo version.
It would be the first time I have recorded a piece that someone else has written.
More and more, I feel like my life's main concern is answering the question:
So what exactly is your deal with music?