by CJ | Jan 29, 2017 | Journal
We’re still under a foot of snow here, with more on the way. Last night, abed, I heard a considerable thump in the back yard, and the spooklight had come on. Seishi, our burglar detector, was up at the open window with his neck giraffed to twice its ordinary...
by CJ | Jan 29, 2017 | Journal
Dress code was—purple shirts. Mike was like that—not a formal guy, though he could look very nice in a suit. Attendees were artists, writers, scientists, churchly folk, fans, neighbors—amazing mix. It’s hard when somebody goes so young. It was...
