...or mebbe he was? I forget.
Some time, around now, thirty-ought-and-change years ago, mht was begat. Right on.
Odd. I had a dream last night. Our twin-engine Injun spirits were flying around in the sky, laughing at everything down below. Black sky, blue sky. Pretty. We then agreed that we'd reconvene down below, down yonder, somewhere-sometime, in a perfect place with snow and surf.
Well, I choked the landing, and hit the west coast early on. You stayed up high, then floated down to the other side of the continent at your leisure. Smoooooth.
Damn drunk Injuns.
Happy Birthday.
xoxo, LL