Stephen Mejias

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"You know, Mr. Stephen, I'll be coming to you for help with my new blog," Robert warns me.

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Robert Baird's office is a record shop crowded by tall stacks of many&#150colored jewel cases and digipaks.

It's hard for me to believe that all of today's sunshine will soon be replaced by clouds and rain. Then again, there's no reason to trust in whimsical April. The forecast calls for the sky to fall at about 6pm EST. Right now, at 4:55pm EST, the tall, brick buildings outside my window are blanketed in golden warmth. I'm usually not so in touch with the weather's hourly report, but there's a special circumstance keeping me curious.

There's a knock-knock at my door.