Saturday, May 2, 2009. So I am back home. He said that a Man should be able to lie at the bottom of a hill with his throat cut, slowly bleeding to death, and if a pretty girl or an old woman should pass by with a beautiful jug balanced perfectly on the top of her head, he should be able to raise himself up on one arm and see the jug safely over the top of the hill. Friday, January 2, 2009.

The Rants and Ramblings of Locke. Thursday, October 1, 2009. Jim moved in to the neighborhood in the year 2005 with his frail, old mother. Jim was left to the four-bedroom house all alone. Jim has never been married. Jim is in his late sixties now. Jim likes pianos- player pianos, that is. Jim bought multiple player pianos of all different ages and sizes and makes. Jim filled the house with these pianos. Jim listens to these pianos play ragtime tunes every day.

Of a Certain Sort of Pressure. Friday, September 11, 2009. Of a Certain Sort of Pressure. It throbs, bellows, burns,. Three cups of green tea, sloshing. But there you sit, winking hair. Mid-story, you make me laugh. And we are at a crisis. Now or never or puddle. I stand to navigate little. Door, into the next, on the left.

Hmmm yes yes yes in jeffs room about to go to work . This is my test post. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Thoughts and musings from an odd mundane and beautiful life. Wednesday, November 19, 2008. Craig posted these pictures that he took of Kidder Creek in the snow, and it just melted my heart. I love those apple trees. Want a friendly, traveled and communicative someone to help you get out and walk? .