In this photo I believe that I am at a baseball game and I think that the dark figure may be my child. I do recognize that this is chain-link fence, so actually…I might be in prison. Or a mental hospital.
I’m kind of hoping for one of the latter because then I know there will be drugs. And possibly sleep.
Forget the winter of our discontent, I nominate spring as the real bringer of the year’s great depression.
You may have been asking yourself where I’ve been during the month of April, (since it certainly hasn’t been here on my blog), and I’ll be happy to tell you that I’ve been living in a Talking Heads’ song. In particular the one that has the line, “You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile,” because in no particular order I’ve been: (more…)