Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Waiting for the train at Villa Park

And, yes, even though it was late April, it was cold!
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