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"Each time I rode by, soaked and cold, there were just the two of us and he must have seen my headlamp through the blackness. His jazz melody floated in the air between us -- and, at first, I imagined each of us wondering about the sanity of other. But then, as winter wore on, I imagined we stopped wondering." -- Jamie McNally, "Winter Saxophone", February 2011