Rock rocks on through web-based service.

Ready to swish and twirl.

MOXIE COSMOS SAYS . . .

I’ve been trying to recall the name on the poster I saw at London’s Gloucester Road Tube Station in 1985 so I can write a post about how I lost music.

At that station the platform is not underground; it’s open to the sky above, but high stained brick

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75 out of 405 not a bad turnout at 55th.

MOXIE COSMOS SAYS…

From Saint Paul to Wausau and back I crossed a dozen rivers flowing full with water. You can’t imagine how exciting that can be unless you live in the desert West, where “river” means “dry gulch except during monsoon season.” I think it was the Black River that was particularly inviting. It

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The rug was pulled out from under us.

MOXIE COSMOS SAYS . . .

Since our 50th high school class reunion, my four best high school friends and I rendezvous once a year or more.  Jean, Diane and MaryLee still live in Wisconsin, I have lived in Arizona for 49 years, and Kay is bicoastal when she and her third husband are not

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