Sure, take it as it comes. Take a picture. Remember the moment you laughed hardest today, then take it with you.
It rains as we bomb. What a glorious morning, I’m happy again. (Ah, Debbie Reynolds coming back to mind … it’s been a week, lovely.) So we started playing again, this formation once known as POW, soon to be known as … something else. Any ideas? How does Wood Pussy sound to you (it’s archaic for skunk)? Or Black Beauty? Let us know what you think.
No matter. I really have nothing to say. Just wanted to put up this picture of Jason blowing a dusty trombone. What a setta …