Sonny wakes to a door with a heart in it dripping pink blood.

This is the first time he has ever opened his eyes having been asleep the entire time.

A nephew with a look in eyes like I had and still do.

I loved having a Dad like Paul Guttman and his memory is today the kind voice of reason. Thanks for everything and all those memories.

Though I am not perfect, I have been and will always be your friend.

Soon the objective will be reached!

I am not really partisan about writing as I would definitely include F Scott Fitzgerald in my list of favorites.

Say something Smarco!

Gish and fish!

Things are shifting in the direction of poetry.

Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul.  There will be no turning back.

I'm giving San Fransisco a new chance..

After finding a handful of things I genuinely like! 😎