Melodies that cough and choke as much as they croon...dance tunes for three-legged dancers...nervous tangos, club-footed waltzes, gallow's swing. The Past pinches at our leg hair as we race towards the party at end of the world. It's going to be a blast.
So proud of you my friend(s). Keep hearing about the success that was last night. Only more and better parties to come. I think I would like to be Saint Leah Daddy. Maybe Daddy Leah. Whatever I trust your judgement there.
