Song for the Taking 1
Being an ongoing series of essays on various songs and what they suggest. Here, on The Low Anthem's "Boeing 737."
It must have been just after ten in the morning when my cell phone rang in my apartment in Brooklyn. I didn’t know the woman who was calling and she didn’t know me. To this day I don’t know if she just dialed a random number or if some glitch in a suddenly overloaded system connected her to me. The most important thing to her was that she reached someon…
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