NEWS FROM HOME::::
A week after Dylan learned to walk we took him to the zoo. He became so enamored with the Rosy Boa exhibit, he began imitating the snake at home and flatly refused to walk again, no pun intended!
NEWS FROM JULIA:::
Seattle had a week of warm sun before the sky strapped on its wooly anonymous gray sweater. The car that brought me out here three years ago wouldn’t start yesterday morning, so I’ve dusted off the goulashes and took out the beach cruiser, which looks pretty silly among the low rumble of fixed gears. I care not.
NEWS FROM THE BOSS:::::
This company, man. I’ve got a date tonight. Oh shit, did we buy a cake for whatsername- that’s today, right? I was up all night thinking about our new initiative. I’ve got to take my mother to the airport tomorrow.
NEWS FROM FRANK::::
I wrote this song for Julia before she moved out west. I never told her about it. The words go something like..
"Pulling the grass from your fathers yard,
Under the hammock we swung, that one time too hard.
Two feet to the ground,
the dirt stuck to our nails.”
Have you heard from her? I haven’t.
NEWS FROM THE WIRE::::
STATIC STATIC Russell 2000, S&P 500, Cotton, Crude Oil, Copper, Live Cattle, Lean Hogs, Soybeans, Silver, Wheat, Gold, Aussie Dollar, Corn, Sugar, Natural Gas, British Pound, Canadian Dollar, Euro, Bonds, 10-year Note. 40 Degrees Here, Pile up on 95.
NEWS FROM MR. GILLIAN, NEXT DOOR::::
Ah, you see? The cold dissipates as the molecules in the atmosphere close in on each other warming the air. I was telling my son this morning that the world is emerging from the dilapidating winter depression. I told him his smile will be his armor. Boy, you can have your stoop beers and you can watch the dogs at the park and eye the glowing skin of the girls on the subway but don’t forget the to visit the forests and seas that frame this city.