Holding on to hard won hopefulness
Today is what I like to refer to as the day of the Unholy Trinity of Quirky Weirdness. It is Fred Astaire's birthday. It is Sid Vicious' birthday. And it is my birthday. It's kind of cool to share a birthday with someone like Fred Astaire who was known for his neat, slicked-back hair and... Continue Reading →
The little boy down the road - Max - is four years old and very bright. He hasn't started school yet and and can already read. His mother, although pleased at his reading prowess is worried he spends too much time focusing on unsavoury subjects such as ghosts, goblins, ogres and things that go bump... Continue Reading →
I had a dream last night that I was a window cleaner. I was a sought after window cleaner because I was part superhero and could scale tall buildings without a safety harness, therefore I could keep my prices down because I didn't need much in the way of equipment nor did I need hefty... Continue Reading →
Selma In The City 
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