Another unfinished sentence I wrote for my notebook and some of its responses from Spring '93:
Time stood still. Lance was oblivious to his surroundings, as a mental soundtrack of poignant Beatles lyrics impaired his ability to concentrate. Uncanny how Lennon & McCartney's prosaic language paralleled Lance's situation. Incredibly, the music also prevented Lance from realizing...
...that love would lead him back to the long, winding road. (Kathy P.)
...that lovely Rita, the meter maid, was having his car towed to Karl's. (Cathy N.)
...that strawberry fields can't last forever; they are seasonal. (Julie A.)
