My father's nephew was the blues musician, Lowell Fulson. Every time he came around, he had a pretty car, a beautiful woman and a slick sharkskin suit. Believe it or not, that's how I decided I wanted to get into music.
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Paying more heed to the lessons of the past might teach us to be a little more cautious about some of the political decisions taken today.
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