i'm picking up some conversation
between dad and son; they're happy
son just came home from california
to visit his uncles and more relatives
he is letting his dad wear beach shirt
from his brother from beautiful bay area
he is happy he doesn't forget his favorites
dad start telling stories of his younger days
somewhere around santa monica boulevard
everybody is laughing cheering with drinks
they even stop playing; talking is getting louder
that's a common sign; spirit is taking over
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