It looks like I am going to have to buy a set of handkerchiefs to keep in my pocket -- curmudgeon-style! yippee! -- to daub my head with during summer months when the sweat has nothing to stop if from rolling off my bald head and into my eyes, round my ears, and also into my shirt collar ( Read more... )

Today, the sun is out and the breeze is warming, and I have this on my mind:


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Tonight:

Porch. My Bubba. A couple of friends. Seventy degree weather. Twilight. Jack and coke. Conversation. Music from just through the doors. No shoes. Deep breaths. Ideas. Falling lids. Maybe a wind-down movie after everyone's gone. Dreaming with no alarm.

Six o'clock: Hurry on up; I am ready to git.