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It's that damned virus. The local unicorn dealership is closed. And the Troubadour is closed too – shut up tight – not even an echo of the glory days of Linda Ronstadt and Jackson Browne and the Eagles and Carole King and James Taylor. Now there are just those stylized acrylic cacti out front, with that tiger next door at Beverly Hills Karate keeping an eye on things. All the good stuff is gone. ~ Tuesday, April 14, 2020