“Less Than 50% Peanuts!” kinda impugns both parties.

Twelve years in, and this box still makes a clodhopper grin. Book comes out in less than two weeks.

Photo of me trying real hard to get that E Minor chord right on the Tele John gave me.

Late bloomer. Wrote a couple pages about spirea in “Truck: A Love Story.” Scent reminds me of something dusty, like the smell at the back of scratchy old curtains.