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Milford Beach Now, he abandons me at odd hours in a parking lot. Taking leave under cover of night, he flies home to see the wife and kid. As I get in my car and glance in the mirror; realizing I'm no younger, nor wiser, I push the visor, then reach under the seat. A bit of Peppermint Schnapps and a Steely Dan tape. these things will make the trip less reflective. And, after a few shots and some Deacon Blue, I'm smiling and driving with the window open and my hair is blowing in the breeze. I'm beginning to feel as though I could rule the world, vicariously. After all, he is the President of the United States, and I'm more than just a good friend.