September 19th, 2008.
I’m dismantling furniture in the midst of Heather’s ancestors – and it’s strange to think that a vast majority of the dust that I’m kicking up must be the dead
May 23rd, 2008.
It’s a beautiful day to sit and type on the porch at Perk. I have good company and someone’s playing guitar and he’s got a Lovely voice. A Perk regular