Software does not plane clean like walnut or steel-harden like ash.
Tuesday went missing this week. If it happens again, I’m notifying the authorities.
Picking raspberries from the far side if the bush strengthens character.
Old bluesmen are sexier than young ones.
If you own a new breed of dog called a golden doodle, you better have a good reason.
Soul singers hold the universe together and drink like sailors on shore leave.
Lives have a way of passing so close to the window and so far from the door.
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Mulvey called and told me to go. You would have enjoyed the people who came to paw through your stuff. Although I have to say it wasn’t selling like hot cakes. I loved your mirrored bedroom. Yea, that made sense. You were a player in your day.
The familiar smell of your living room hit me when I walked in. Brought it all back. Beer, basketball, TV on too loud, say anything, plan our next road trip. It was the place i could drop in anytime without calling ahead and know i was welcome.
I didn’t see anything I wanted until the pretty woman you sent handed me a gold lame jacket from the 50s and sad, “hey, I think you missed something.” That was a nice touch. I told her you were old school and you taught me how to be a real friend. Told her about you driving your car out to where my car broke down on my way to meet a woman I was excited about and you handing me your keys and walking home. That got her.
See you soon, pal.