September 20, 2014

This will be good

I left my camera up at the shop.  No picture.
No matter.
When a stretch like this comes up, I sometimes question how much I have to say in these blogs that go on for days on end.  But today, as I chopped calcite french fries, and finally shaped a single bit of macaroni, my own ghosts came to sit beside me and talk of old days.  
I think I'll turn this show over to them.  They're grumpy and obsessed, but they taught me most of what I know.  Give a listen.