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like Elvis Presley singing psalms on a Sunday
The subject line's from the Eurhythmics's "Angel," one of the tracks I listened to on my drive back from Memphis Sunday night. It was a good trip -- met up with girlfriends, watched tennis, wandered around Graceland...
(The wallpaper in the bathroom of Elvis's parents)
...and the botanic garden, which features not only plants, fish, and fowl to admire, but things to hit:
(Tootsie Bell's House of Rock)
I didn't do a lick of work. My friends arrived in time to help with car trouble. It was not the most relaxing vacation ever, but it was still a getaway, and the break did me good.
The docket for March and April: mucho copyediting, mucho marketing, mucho paperwork. Since none of these are topics I am likely to feel like holding forth on, this blog will likely morph into a series of random snapshots (and occasional guest posts, and maybe some haiga) for a while. Let's start with another glimpse of Graceland, this one at the shooting range:
(The wallpaper in the bathroom of Elvis's parents)...and the botanic garden, which features not only plants, fish, and fowl to admire, but things to hit:
(Tootsie Bell's House of Rock)I didn't do a lick of work. My friends arrived in time to help with car trouble. It was not the most relaxing vacation ever, but it was still a getaway, and the break did me good.
The docket for March and April: mucho copyediting, mucho marketing, mucho paperwork. Since none of these are topics I am likely to feel like holding forth on, this blog will likely morph into a series of random snapshots (and occasional guest posts, and maybe some haiga) for a while. Let's start with another glimpse of Graceland, this one at the shooting range: