Commentary: Who Loves You Baby?

Who loves you baby? It is Tuesday evening, and I am on a plane back to Los Angeles.  I did what I always hope others don't do:  took off my shoes and made myself comfortable.  After all, I just ran from Concourse H to Concourse D and back to Concourse E, this proceeding a long journey from the Avis Rental Car Return and checking in a 70-pound bag...
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