After having had breakfast in Idaho this morning, we are back home in Colorado Springs tonight. We mostly wandered around western Montana. Maybe we’ll have time to write about it soon. But for now, both of us have to be at work in the morning.
Warning: There’s at least one “bad” word in this post. I make no apologies for it. Sarah, if you’re going to be bothered by bad words, don’t read this post. Work has been boring lately. There was a huge push to get the students done, but there hasn’t been much going in the past couple…
Poetry, by the way, should be heard, not read. Forgetfulness by Billy Collins (fast becoming, possibly, my favorite poet) The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as…
Most of that isn’t true. She seems to have some issue with Clapton and Hendrix and can’t tell the difference between the two. I certainly know the difference between Bob Marley and Hendrix. I never said Hendrix sang I Shot the Sheriff. Good grief. This from the woman who thinks that “alternative” music was actually….