This has become important for me. That is why it continues. Perhaps, once, I knew an audience I was writing for. Broad, and yet more specific at certain points. This was once more a letter outward more than whatever it is now. Or am I remembering incorrectly? Well within possibility.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.7.18
Just got out of work. Poured a glass of whiskey. On some principle. Or habit. This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day…