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		<title>The scene at Hook&#8217;s tonight</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter Schorsch]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[The Bay and the 'Burg]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Hook]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[MLK]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Peter Thamavong]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sadness]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[After I learned that Hook had passed away, I called over to his restaurant on MLK to find out if they would still be open. You could hear the sadness in the hostess&#8217; voice when she said &#8216;yes&#8217;. &#8211; I headed over to the restaurant, if nothing else than to pay homage to man whose vibrancy had lightened my life every time I had the pleasure of seeing him. The place was a madhouse, more so because it was $1&#8230;]]></description>
		
		
		
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