I am in here.
The upstairs air conditioning has been out for a week. This happens yearly, around this time (though usually in mid/late May). The hvac people are coming by to install a new something yesterday (i.e. they haven’t showed up yet). Meanwhile, I get used to Real Air. In the Ohio River Valley, that’s not necessarily a … Continue reading O2
The howl of the cicadas is everywhere. The few close up sound rather like katydids, but overall, the only significant sound outside is like the sound effects for a UFO in a tacky 1950’s science fiction movie. No little green men, just brown and orange bugs. Okay, insects. Six legs is insects. An indolent day … Continue reading Cicadas. Joseph Campbell. etc.
For Carl Solomon
I bought Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight right before lunch. I plop myself into the last seat at the crowded bar at Longhorn’s, start reading, and the next thing I know, Diane the bartender is saying, “Hey, I’ve been talking to you a couple of times now and you didn’t hear a thing … Continue reading Absorbed in a book
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