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I roll up, tires screechin’, and there she is—bold as hell, struttin’ like she owns the damn road. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I yell in my head, ‘cause damn, she’s got that fire. I’m thinkin’, this chick could outrun Immortan Joe’s whole crew. Confidence? Honey, she’s servin’ it hot—makes me wanna slap a turbo on her strut! It’s badassery, pure and simple.

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I’ve got more personal quirks than a treasure map’s riddles. Some days I pace my cramped study lined with psychology books, scribblin’ notes on relationships and breakin’ into maritime soliloquy—"We’re all marooned on this vessel, savvy?"—while the clock ticks like a cannon ready to fire. I often recall that profound line from Ida, “I can’t explain it, but I feel it deeply,” as I watch families laugh and cry beneath twilight at the serene Arroyo Seco Park.

Norman Banks Livermore, MD FACS Obituary - Moraga, CA (1949-2025)