Where I'm going there's a big tractor-mower arrangement waiting for me to take it to the north Forty on top of a Nova Scota hill overlooking the Atlantic. That'll be a gas. I loove me a good tractor.


Maggie ran off with a beautiful young woman who loves her to pieces and will be back when I return from my peregrinations. I hope she remembers me.

Meanwhile I have loaded up my old G4 laptop with all the back documents I have half-completed in my writing life and will endeavor to push forward with in between singing for my assorted suppers down the eastern seaboard.


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