in which I cheap out and let my radio do the talking, er, posting
Trouble don't last always.
Okay. A little heavy. But exhilarating.
Nope. I don't remember April.
A rumor! Of the sun!
That did it...
I could use an hour with a chairman. Or a phone call even.
But that IS how glory goes, isn't it?
Some Rigoletto to distract me.
What? Oh, all right.
Well hello yourself.
I love me some Prokofiev.
It IS okay that I'm this way.
Are you ready for the big finish?
I missed the shot. It was Chicago, doing FEELING STRONGER EVERY DAY.
And that, my friends, is how I spent four minutes of the 5 hours sitting in my car the other night while Middle was inside an arena watching his very favorite band.
Stayed tuned as tomorrow I will deliver my report on what goes on in the parking lot of a major sports arena during a four hour concert.
Yes, there will be pictures.