Posted on October 5, 2010 at 3:46pm
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Tu B’shvat, the birthday of the trees, is usually pretty snowy in the Northeastern United States. It was a cold January morning, about 6:00 AM. I was waiting for a train at 30th St. Station in Philadelphia, on my way to even colder Albany, NY to play music with little kids up there. As you may know, at 6:00 AM it is difficult to get a song out of your head, and I had an awful, dumb, annoying, kids train song stuck in mine.
Desperately trying to fix this situation I started singing…
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