the internet yeilds cool things sometimes.
Indeed, we should. I know this probably has something to do with the Anti-Saloon League, as it appears these ladies are sitting on a barrel that could be full of whiskey or some other liquor. The Anti-Saloon League was actually run mostly by women back in the day. It was pretty empowering when you think about it: these women were sick of their drunkard husbands coming home and hurt them, their children or ruining the household that they worked tirelessly to maintain.
My former home of Westerville was the home of the Anti-Saloon Leauge. I worked on a ton of research about it when I was helping out in the college archives. THOSE WERE THE DAYS LAST YEAR, AMIRITE?
Virginia is good. I am ok. I need a break. Thank God for Thanksgiving. My brain feels so crispy. No wonder! I've produced five full-length personal essays, 1 short story and 18 poems. HOLY HELL. That is pretty much the equivalent of all the writing I did in TOTAL last year. I didn't think I had this much to say. Poetry has been my saving grace lately, though. I'm much better at it now than I used to be. I don't want to post any poems, though. No one reads poems, anyway.