Things I have tripped over while netsurfing
From Divine Right’s Trip : A Novel of the Counterculture , written on a bathroom wall: “There are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”
And another: “dropping acid” is like sneaking into the circus by crawling under the tent: sometimes you get the clowns, sometimes you get the lions.
Irv Hamilton read a comment posted to the blog week by Colleen, who mentioned a name, familiar from his childhood. I put Irv in touch with Colleen and he was able to confirm it was his boyhood friend from 68 years ago. Sounds like a new record for time passage before a reunion.
Standing in a supermarket checkout line yesterday an attractive 20-something woman ahead of me wearing a top that let the world see the tattoo posted across her shoulder blades.
“In Loving Memory of
You might remember from mid-December one of the most often viewed and popular posts of all time on the Year on the Road Blog. It concluded with my mention of the ROMEO club in Fort Lauderdale: Really Old Men Eating Out. Not only is there a chapter of the ROMEOs in Payson, Az, but there is also the JULIETs: Just Us Ladies Into Eating Together.