Playing pool yesterday reminded me of jeannette Lee. Rawr.
You know what’s a funny word? “Courting.” I think I’ll use the word more
often.
Playing pool yesterday reminded me of jeannette Lee. Rawr.
You know what’s a funny word? “Courting.” I think I’ll use the word more
often.
June. That month most favored by me. The sixth month. The blue month.
Today, the station air lies still and stale, stirred only by the passing train to Glenmont.
June has a significance for me because it is my birth month. It also marks the halfway point of the year. A time for reflection. It marks no season, has a holiday of import, and is regarded as a hot, humid, wet month.
For me, also, a melancholy month, ever since I stopped celebrating my birthday.