Mom found this on the way to getting her St Patrick’s Day door decoration out. She figures it was something done for my home ec class which puts it into the – uh – old category. The cardboard used for this booklet, held together with two blue bread twist ties, is not quite legal size and in fact was what came from the laundry, supporting my father’s freshly cleaned, starched and ironed white work shirts. It was white on one side and grey on the other. Continue reading →
Bobbin four is no more, the neighbors are stupid drunk and just stupid. I’m going to clean this machine and call it a night.
Unprovided with original learning, unformed in the habits of thinking, unskilled in the arts of composition, I resolved–to write a book.
