"Got a match, buddy?" "No." "Well, I have, pal. My knuckles and your fat belly!"--Peter Scratch
Dreamed of flying in a small Cessna airplane; one of the plane's doors flying open; an academic course seeking intellectual meaning in the poems of Edward Lear(?).
Went to Dragon Lady and picked up a 1944 comics section from The Boston Herald. I also got a set of New York Sunday News comics sections.
Moira returned from Kingston.
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
Went to the Karaoke Meetup at XO. There were over half dozen people. Jonah, the new organizer, likes Bee Gees songs. We were there for almost three hours.
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