May 7th, 2006


lazy rainy day

Currently reading:
Julie Czerneda's latest Scifi
Latest issue of Wooden Boat
and a psychoanalysis of the works of T.S. Eliot, published in 1953

This has once again convinced me that I must finish the oft-started ode to my great-grandfather, known merely as Greats. He saw his first car at the age of three, worked for the railroads, never got up before noon or slept before 2 am, chewed tobacco constantly and always wore engineer striped overalls over a white teeshirt. For some reason, mattress ticking reminds me of him.