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Morocco ranks up there as one of the most unlikelist places to practice my limited salsa dancing skills, being a conservative society with no ingrained Latin rhythms culture. Not even sure they've heard of salsa, in contrast to my previous Central and South American journeys, where sadly didn't get much opportunity to wow everyone - probably all for the best, since I sucked big time. Anyway, just when I was on the verge of questioning my sanity for taking salsa "On 1" despite its limited practical use in the New York club scene, developments in Morocco give me renewed life. (For non-salsa dancers: "On 1" is classic salsa style, "On 2" is New york club style).

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Baseball season no longer holds the allure that it did when I was twelve which is a bit sad but, perhaps, not surprising. It's not only how the game has changed, but more the fact that I don't spend endless summer days playing pick-up games with neighborhood friends - games that would invariably end in fights which would send us all on our seperate ways until later that day.

However, baseball season always makes me think of Lola and her love of the Chicago Cubs.

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It was my first trip to the capitol. My friend T and I had flown into Philly the day before to see another friend's band play. As they were playing the following night in Washington, we decided to make our way down for that gig as well.

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