Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,
My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim..."
Plus, I pack a mean antipasto picnic.
After the event we re-lived the good-old days by stopping at what used to be a Winchell's back in the day, where we would enjoy an occasional late-night donut. This time instead of talking about boys, we had boys with us. Which was good too, especially as they bought.
I SWEAR you can't write this stuff. As we left our little hometown festival Saturday night, I spied this little bit of art.
The public hearing was a great success. We had about 250 people come throughout the evening to examine the materials and register their official comments. Folks were quite civil and polite, even ones who knew they might have transition ahead.
The event was out at a suburban high school, which in itself was a bit of a trip. I spied this odd sculpture in the award cabinet. A coworker assured me it was a "Drama Award." Uhh. OK.