Why don't I play the Banjo
Was walking the dog along the lake in the sand tonight and came across a boy on a bench playing a Banjo, quite well and drew me to wonder why I am not doing something.. something constructive with my free time, not that learning to play the Banjo would be constructive but perhaps a better use of time. With my time, which does not seem to come too often I somehow sit around wondering what to do for a few hours and then wind up catching up on RSS feeds and frankly reading gadgetry news is great and witty but it is empty.
So yes a dog his name is Bert, very much like Bert and Ernie.
New address too.
Turned down for a promotion, would have bitten off more than I could chew.
Perfected dough, moving on to more complex pies, meaty.
Rhode Island..
Oh and somehow I own a mac now and an iphone, I'm not sure how I wound up doing that.
At the same time I don't seem to come online anymore.
Hello internet (peoples).
So yes a dog his name is Bert, very much like Bert and Ernie.
New address too.
Turned down for a promotion, would have bitten off more than I could chew.
Perfected dough, moving on to more complex pies, meaty.
Rhode Island..
Oh and somehow I own a mac now and an iphone, I'm not sure how I wound up doing that.
At the same time I don't seem to come online anymore.
Hello internet (peoples).