In which I talk about life post operation.
In which I talk about visiting my dad.
In which I talk about my dad’s cancer.
In which I wax political, much to my chagrin.
In which I comment on this wonderful classic.
In which I comment on how our voices carry.
In which I talk about some of the smells and tastes of Autumn.
In which I point out an excellent album.
In which I put forth my logic regarding the celebration of holidays.
In which I comment on old music.
