“No video games? No smart phones? Not even a TV? Weren’t you bored?” Wheelie: Me Bemused: My brother* *This dynamic persists.

Wound up having to dismount it for the fix, but every now and then yer softhanded writer boy wins one.

Yesterday my insurance agent informed me I am 58 years old, not 59 as I have been telling everyone for the past month-and-a-half.

1995. Whatever’s the Scandihoovian equivalent of chutzpah, I had it. Rented the church, made my own posters, sheesh sometimes things succeed because we just don’t know any better. (Considered myself…View post