A few years back, I worked with this guy, by the name of Bob, at the same airline I work for now. He was an older fella—I figure he was in his sixties—so he probably had a good twenty-five or thirty years on me. He was one of those types that…

"Being honest with me," said her teacher, "will hopefully allow you to be honest with yourself--writing is about being honest, and articulating that honesty." It sounded like a riddle, and her teacher looked at her with the sanctimony of a wizard.

The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/ nonetheless etch their patterns