A yearning to wander into a newsman’s office.
Your Chicago Bulls attending your Chicago theater companies, in my Chicago subconscious.
Thoughts and dreams during a storm on a tour in Atlanta.
All wordsmiths out there in Reads My Journal Land, I’m instituting a contest to come up with a word that best fills in the following blank space: ________, (n), a … Continue reading
Somewhere deep in my head is some kind of guardian that maintains even my imaginary integrity. At some point in this entry, maybe I’ll even give it a name. I … Continue reading