Harsh My Mellow?
The writing game is a biotch. What at 8AM seems like light, breezy brilliance with some great laugh lines, a […]
The writing game is a biotch. What at 8AM seems like light, breezy brilliance with some great laugh lines, a […]
Christmas journal:Christmas Eve. Just the two of us. A whisper of the wish of love and peace to all who […]
Listening to Pavorotti sing “Oh Holy Night.” It’s a slab of vinyl that Del brought home from a flea market […]
Two delightful people came by here the Saturday after Thanksgiving to sing into the recording horn. The pair are members […]
In the photo, Greg has just activated clock I by enabling both the MSBs and the LSBs. This action runs […]