BurningbirdAmerica, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners of the world you thought of first but do not own, or keep like a convenience. People are your own word, you invented that locus and term. Here, you said and say, is where we […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Today the clouds broke and I jumped into Golden Girl to spend the day over in St. Charles, along the Missouri river. As I was waiting at a light behind a large, expensive silver SUV, I noticed something flying from the driver’s window. The driver, blond and young and pretty […]