Tuesday, October 20, 2015


It is 18° and I just got home from walking the seawall in a t-shirt—warm as toast and happy as a lark in the sunshine and thinking about Harper in obscurity. Tonight I am taking a bottle of champagne to my friend Neil's house and some fragrant ganja called Violator. Every moment with Neil is a treasure; he is an ideal companion and conversationalist.

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