Kool Man, Brooklyn

I had many thoughts today. I thought I'd write them in blog postings. Pithy statements, quasi-unique observations, psuedo-buddhist blather. The only one that survived to see an actual post through the incessant worrying about skin cancer, a three year old's birthday party and grossly insufficient ice cream consumption, is the title of my memoir, when and should I choose to write it: Mercury in Retrograde, A Life Lived.


Handy said...

Poor Toddy

curran said...

very cool photo