Mine, all mine
Where’s that fat bugger got to? The strange woman from next door’s fussing over me, but she’s no fun - won’t play This Door That Door, for example.
Still, at least now I can sleep wherever I want to.
If I could just entice those ginger buggers into the house when Strange Woman’s not looking they’d […]
I exist
I’m registered therefore I am, as Descartes once put on a postcard home.
All togged up in my official 25th National Narrow Gauge Convention denim shirt (XL, short sleeve, $35) and with my ID badge (complete with its nice, blue Exhibitionist Exhibitor tag), it’s just a shame that nothing actually starts until 7pm.
Well, that’s not 100% […]
Tuesday
Is this is Tuesday, it must be 1860.
As I mentioned earlier, I was up before dawn but after my shower I wandered out front to ask Alberto the way to the city centre - the aim being to get an authentic American breakfast at authentic American prices.
“Do you want East Dearborn or West Dearborn?”
I’m standing […]
