The judge said Pops was drunk and don’t get but $300 from the railroad. Moms cried ’cause that ain’t much. Shur sounds like a pile o’gold to me, but Moms tol’ me to hush up.
We get some of the strangest fog around here.
Be careful out there, Dallas peeps.
Chip and I are out walking. Here’s hoping we find Susan in the house when we get home. Here’s hoping the house is still there.
Just a bit of the dancing at the Dec 11 ceili @ Trinity Hall. Haymaker’s Jig and Antrim Square
That’s probably not what the nearby coffee shop patron said, but that’s what I heard.
Using up lots of digital bits getting close up shots of coins watches and jewelry