I'm always happy turning up at La Posada when driving between Los Angeles and Santa Fe, but never more so than when driving out at Christmas time: there's a moment when we hit Winslow, and it's chilly outside, and Winslow is full of its Christmas lights, when I start to feel festive ... (though the Republican debate, made decidedly more palatable by a margarita, is doing its best to dissipate this sensation)
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