In search of a lift (think therapeutic laugh of the deep-soul variety), I'm rewinding to December 3, 2011. Flash back. Inspired (not really the right word... maybe provoked?) by a review in the Wine Spectator, I uploaded a slightly irreverent and unnecessarily looong audio sketch. By way of introduction: You might enjoy this curmudgeonly if slightly pompous fart that wafted out of the magazine ...
Laughter
Moustache
Approximately nine weeks. Mowed twice so far, and a third time after this photo. Salt and pepper. Wiry white whiskers make it easier to purchase booze without having to produce an ID. Slightly curved mustache makes my bride laugh. Makes me laugh. Like a goofy character in a children's book. And then my laughing bride stops laughing and reminds me that I said I would mow it. Soon. I will... ...
Cuckold Moon
Broken trees, broken promises, this is my picture of contentment, at home last night, tonight. A spectacular view for all who remember how to laugh. Gents, beware the cuckold moon. ...
Laugh Wrinkle
“It’s a crack,” she says. “Not a wrinkle.” “Or both,” I say, gently moving her hand From my face. “Wrinkles are like cracks.” “But how could you crack your face?” “Laughing,” I say. “And smiling.” (Source: "Cracked", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) This was an amusing, real life exchange with one of my nieces that is sandwiched roughly mid-poem. It might be the best part. Perhaps the bread and ...