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Picture this: The year was 1994, and I had recently finished high school. I was visiting a very good friend of mine (who had done more living by the age of 19 than most people do all their lives, truly a unique individual). This particular evening, five of us had been hanging out, watching taped episodes of DS9, enjoying the occasional brew & BT, playing some chess ... immensely relaxing evening.
At one point, "J" & "K" were very deep into a game of chess, "M" & "G" were watching TV snow, and I happened to see, lying on his coffee table, a brass-handled butterfly (In retrospect, I think it might have been a Taylor or Valor, but I haven't seen another one quite like it since). I picked it up, and fiddled ... and fiddled.
Ah, I'm getting all misty from the nostalgia ...


Ah, I'm getting all misty from the nostalgia ...
