The Learning Curve has been strong of late. Between clicking and mousing around, I find it necessary to strum a new tune on the recently acquired 4 string guitar called a Baritone Ukulele. And at my age!
I can’t tell more. This is what it is. Another experimental creation that my insists we attempt and then lower our ego and just put it out there, into the light. The humble heart is the smart heart.
As the world burns and psychopaths make terrible choices based on some ancestral idea of blood enemies, I watch that lady in the wheelchair, across the street as she moves her belongings from Golden Avenue on the south side of Bi-Mart, I wonder how I can help. She went ninety degrees, around the corner to second street, across from the Eagles Lodge. If I bring her a muffin, will that make her warmer tonight? And where does she pee? Wash? I live in the city. This could happen to me. My rent has been raised three times in 5 years. How is that OK? Legally or morally? In this economy.
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