Just finished scrolling the current blog. Figured you curious types needed some confirmation that I'm not a figment of Barbara's imagination. She's taking over my biography like that novelist in the Will Ferrell movie Stranger Than Fiction. Scary. But I do exist and no strings are being visibly manipulated.
Taking my ease this afternoon in Kona, HI, pen in hand (not at a keyboard, I'm old-fashioned), sucking in the sounds of strange birds and the scents of all those tropical flowers. Morgantown, WV, whence I hail, is a great place (even to retire in, if I ever do), but we have robins and dandelions, not Frankolins and bougainvillea.
I see you all have access to that photo of a people-mover jammed with the sorority gals. There's the probable limit to any future relations of mine with the other sex, but it did feel good for all of five minutes, tops.
Hope to see you all in southern Chile early in February at Torres del Paine National Park, said to house the world's most beautiful mountains. No matter what, you'll hear about it on your computer. Here's Armand, having his Andy Warhol 15 minutes of fame.