I am in here.
Walked down the street a fair ways, to a bookstore and a street-side café. Read and ate a big piece of cake. Now, I watch all the streetlights turn on, bit by bit. Endless sounds of partying, horns, the street, the wind. Saturday night in the big city.
Time to not ignore your primary job in life of spreading aforesaid life in electronical format all over your assigned web-page. Meanwhile, I have a free Shabbat ahead of me. I go to see the Psychedelic Furs tonight, across the street at the House of Blues.
Spring is here. Definitely. The nasty winter rain has turned into nasty spring rain. The differences are two: warmer temperatures of the drops the fact that some of them are hitting tree-buds that are near to blooming Not to mention the nicer quality of the sunshine when tis all over. I’ve finalized my LA plans, … Continue reading spring rain
Looking at the dark outside the window, and listening to the sound that might be that of a road, but is really the wind travelling down the river valley. Houses become islands of light at times like these. My son and his friends, freed for the weekend, stop by briefly on their travels. Doors open … Continue reading Friday night
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