So Charlie and I went to New Albany (Indiana) to take some books to the Friends of the Library book sale building there. We stopped at Destinations Booksellers (AWESOMESAUCE!), and then had lunch at Daisy’s. The sign below says, “Line starts here.” I thought it…
Okay, it was my FIFTIETH, okay??? Happy???? I was like, “I graduated in ’68, and it’s been 50 years, and I am 68. That’s like magic.” No, that’s like I graduated when I was 18. I was okay at math, but it was 1968, okay?…
First, sad news. Sweetie Pie, the 12-year-old cat I inherited from my mother in January, has gone to that Rainbow Bridge. I don’t know about anybody else, but from my life alone, it’s getting pretty damn crowded over there. I’m about done with that shit.…
