I met a very interesting Lyft driver in Pennsylvania. His daughter is an artist. I received my copy of one of her pieces today. It’s bright and cheery.
Since moving back, when I go for walks, I hum “it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” in my head. No matter what the weather. It is always beautiful. Be kind.
Does anyone still call it that? I guess trail mix is where we landed but to me it’s gorp. I wonder who made that up.
I miss being able to share shit like this with you. It’s been almost a year since I last saw you at Lost Creek.
When I get back from this weird ass trip to Cranberry Township, PA I’ll set up time to go get your guitar. Promise.