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	<description>In my life, there&#039;s almost nothing a long drive can&#039;t make better.</description>
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		<title>By: The map</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-35934</link>
		<dc:creator>The map</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 14:51:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] kisses, even the ones you can&#8217;t remember now, that left you smiling for days after. That full moon in Montana that lit up your brand new world. Laughing at your kids&#8217; jokes when they&#8217;re funny and [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] kisses, even the ones you can&#8217;t remember now, that left you smiling for days after. That full moon in Montana that lit up your brand new world. Laughing at your kids&#8217; jokes when they&#8217;re funny and [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Answer &#124; Blog Nosh Magazine</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-25914</link>
		<dc:creator>Answer &#124; Blog Nosh Magazine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:07:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] full of vivid imagery, putting the reader right where she wants them&#8230;in her story.  Please read the original post on her blog.  I know you&#8217;ll be hooked and want to subscribe.  Want more of Jennifer [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] full of vivid imagery, putting the reader right where she wants them&#8230;in her story.  Please read the original post on her blog.  I know you&#8217;ll be hooked and want to subscribe.  Want more of Jennifer [...]</p>
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		<title>By: MILES TO MONTANA &#124; Thursday Drive</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-24582</link>
		<dc:creator>MILES TO MONTANA &#124; Thursday Drive</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 03:58:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] have a big soft spot for this one. The inspiration for it came from a couple of posts I wrote, like this one and this one, about a long, beautiful road trip. My co-writer, Greg Cox, read those essays and [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] have a big soft spot for this one. The inspiration for it came from a couple of posts I wrote, like this one and this one, about a long, beautiful road trip. My co-writer, Greg Cox, read those essays and [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Answer, redux &#124; Thursday Drive</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-20512</link>
		<dc:creator>Answer, redux &#124; Thursday Drive</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 04:40:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] of packing to do. So I hope you&#8217;ll give me a pass and won&#8217;t mind a replay of this post from last year. It&#8217;s one of my [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] of packing to do. So I hope you&#8217;ll give me a pass and won&#8217;t mind a replay of this post from last year. It&#8217;s one of my [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Thursday Drive &#187; The map</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-14000</link>
		<dc:creator>Thursday Drive &#187; The map</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 05:50:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] kisses, even the ones you can&#8217;t remember now, that left you smiling for days after. That full moon in Montana that lit up your brand new world. Laughing at your kids&#8217; jokes when they&#8217;re funny and [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] kisses, even the ones you can&#8217;t remember now, that left you smiling for days after. That full moon in Montana that lit up your brand new world. Laughing at your kids&#8217; jokes when they&#8217;re funny and [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Thursday Drive &#187; At the last possible moment (or close)</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-13874</link>
		<dc:creator>Thursday Drive &#187; At the last possible moment (or close)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 00:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Answer [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Momisodes</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-7542</link>
		<dc:creator>Momisodes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 20:17:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Such a beautiful post.  As beautiful as the landscape in your photo.  It&#039;s always a bit tough looking back.  It  always amazes me how much emotion comes surging back from looking back on a mere photo, or hearing a familiar tune.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a beautiful post.  As beautiful as the landscape in your photo.  It&#8217;s always a bit tough looking back.  It  always amazes me how much emotion comes surging back from looking back on a mere photo, or hearing a familiar tune.</p>
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		<title>By: Bruce</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-7509</link>
		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 23:22:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Excellent Post....wonderful read.  I cannot recount how many times I have had the same thoughts or the same moments of epithany and wonder.  You can never have enough, you can never be amazed at how much we have learned or how far we have comes.  My blog is littered with recollections like this one.  I hope I never run out of them.

Bruces last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://lotus07rant.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-just-me.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Its Not Just Me&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Excellent Post&#8230;.wonderful read.  I cannot recount how many times I have had the same thoughts or the same moments of epithany and wonder.  You can never have enough, you can never be amazed at how much we have learned or how far we have comes.  My blog is littered with recollections like this one.  I hope I never run out of them.</p>
<p>Bruces last blog post..<a href="http://lotus07rant.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-just-me.html" rel="nofollow">Its Not Just Me</a></p>
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		<title>By: we_be_toys</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-7488</link>
		<dc:creator>we_be_toys</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 13:33:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>God I love to read your words!

It&#039;s funny when we look back at our younger selves, those bold proto-types of who we have become. I thought I knew everything, now I know I don&#039;t know doodly!
Here&#039;s to those lovely roots, our children!

we_be_toyss last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yMaM/~3/400300958/meet-my-hamster-aka-long-downward.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Meet My Hamster (aka, The Long Downward Spiral And It&#039;s Wherefore)&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>God I love to read your words!</p>
<p>It&#8217;s funny when we look back at our younger selves, those bold proto-types of who we have become. I thought I knew everything, now I know I don&#8217;t know doodly!<br />
Here&#8217;s to those lovely roots, our children!</p>
<p>we_be_toyss last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yMaM/~3/400300958/meet-my-hamster-aka-long-downward.html" rel="nofollow">Meet My Hamster (aka, The Long Downward Spiral And It&#8217;s Wherefore)</a></p>
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		<title>By: Allen</title>
		<link>http://thursdaydrive.com/2008/09/19/answer/comment-page-1/#comment-7475</link>
		<dc:creator>Allen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 23:34:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Years ago I drove a bunch of colleagues up to Oregon&#039;s Mt. Hood Timberline Lodge for dinner.  After a splendid meal, we started the trip down the twisty, mountain-hugging road.  It was late September, a perfectly clear evening with a new moon, so I pulled off the road and told everyone to get out so we could take advantage of the cloudless night to really see the stars.

Almost as soon as we had all gotten out, Kurti, a lady from Santa Clara, CA said, &quot;Allen, it&#039;s not cloudless.  See?  There&#039;s a cloud right up there.&quot;

&quot;Kurti, that&#039;s not a cloud.  That&#039;s the Milky Way.&quot;  She was so overcome w/emotion she wept, saying over and over again, &quot;I cannot believe I&#039;m actually seeing the Milky Way.  I cannot believe this.  Oh my!&quot;  And had I a sleeping bag in the Suburban I&#039;m sure Kurti would&#039;ve stayed there all night.

The point?  What was so obvious to me was a new revelation for Kurti.  And that&#039;s how life continues to skip along, with new revelations arriving around each bend in the road or beyond each &quot;cloud&quot; in the sky.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Years ago I drove a bunch of colleagues up to Oregon&#8217;s Mt. Hood Timberline Lodge for dinner.  After a splendid meal, we started the trip down the twisty, mountain-hugging road.  It was late September, a perfectly clear evening with a new moon, so I pulled off the road and told everyone to get out so we could take advantage of the cloudless night to really see the stars.</p>
<p>Almost as soon as we had all gotten out, Kurti, a lady from Santa Clara, CA said, &#8220;Allen, it&#8217;s not cloudless.  See?  There&#8217;s a cloud right up there.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Kurti, that&#8217;s not a cloud.  That&#8217;s the Milky Way.&#8221;  She was so overcome w/emotion she wept, saying over and over again, &#8220;I cannot believe I&#8217;m actually seeing the Milky Way.  I cannot believe this.  Oh my!&#8221;  And had I a sleeping bag in the Suburban I&#8217;m sure Kurti would&#8217;ve stayed there all night.</p>
<p>The point?  What was so obvious to me was a new revelation for Kurti.  And that&#8217;s how life continues to skip along, with new revelations arriving around each bend in the road or beyond each &#8220;cloud&#8221; in the sky.</p>
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