No school Fostah-Glostah

During all the election hoo-hah, a sad event happened that slipped through the cracks everywhere but here in little Rhode Island.


RIP Salty Brine.

Only a tiny handful of you will understand why this is so very sad. If I didn't have to work at three today on so little sleep, I'd go to the funeral. This man was Rhode Island, and I've never heard anyone speak a word against him. He was kind, generous, funny, and a real gentleman. Everyone who knew him says that the world is a better place because he walked on it.

Farewell, old friend. We promise to brush our teeth and say our prayers.

Darn. I didn't want to get all teary. It's either because I'm tired or maybe I'm finally turning into a Rhode Islander after a mere 26 years of living here. That's not much, according to Rhode Islanders.


Now I'm going to bed. I have to be at work at three.

remember...remember...the fifth of November

Happy Birthday wayfairer !

 

Also, happy Guy Fawkes Day! 

writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough to see it through

A Request:


If anyone could send me the illustration for the title page of Part 3 of Dark Tower VII? It's on page 419 of the US hardcover (a coincidence? I think NOT! *g*). Can't say what it's a picture of, because it's a spoiler.

My scanner and computer aren't speaking, and I'd sure like have a .jpeg of it. *hopeful smile*

If you do have it, you can post it in the comments under a cut. I say thankya.

you'd better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changin'

What he said.


As much as it's tempting to move somewhere else, I'm staying. We have work to do, in spades.

Everyone open your history book (the rare one that tells the truth) and read the chapters on the Sixties. Dissent is patriotic, yessir. And quite often successfull.