Tuesday night New York State was criss-crossed by severe thunderstorms.
A good friend of mine in the Hudson Valley took a picture of the clouds rolling in, only to discover that the “Morsmordre” spell had been cast in the sky.
Last night I was driving on Church Street in downtown Buffalo, and I pulled up to a stop light behind a pick-up truck. Plastered across the back windshield was a vanity screen that I don’t think was quite as bad-ass as the owner seemed to think.
The London of Our Dreams!
…which…is what makes time travel…possible.
Vicissitudes of fate assail the steadfast heart
As though to mock each faithful quest.
Hold fast the blue steel passion for your art
And the soul will taste ambrosia and sweet rest.
I sure do miss seeing you every week.
It seems to me that we tromboners should have a better reputation, if Paul Newman once played.
I’ve been legally allowed to drive for seventeen years.
Every time I get behind the wheel I still imagine I’m Han Solo.
Punch it, Chewie.
GUYS! LOOK!
Brothers gotta hug.
A solipsismal and cathartic compendium of geeky and varied pursuits. I am a teacher and father near Buffalo, NY.
