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The Police

We're off to Montreal later today to take in The Police at Centre Bell Tonight. I've heard both good and bad about this tour so the concert should be interesting. I recently bought their retrospective 2-CD set with hits culled from their 5 albums from the 80s. It's good. It's amazing how many great songs they came out with.

We're headed down with our friend Joanne Quinneville. And we're meeting up with Philippe when we get to Montreal. This'll be cool because it finally gives me an opportunity to see Philippe and his apartment, neither of which I've seen since he moved out. Climbing the stairs to the second floor should be interesting for gimpy, here. And at the concert we're high up in the nose-bleed section, so I'll certainly be giving my poor legs a good workout. It should be a great night, though. I'm really looking forward to it!

Book: Lost Souls by Michael Collins

Music: Are You Listening by Dolores O'Riordan


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