Time marches peacefully on for the Feinstein clan and its hangers-on.
We, excepting Gloria who needed some rest, made our way down Alligator Alley to visit some paternal cousins, who fed us and beat us at euchre and seemingly never stopped laughing. In a good way.
As my sixth grade teacher was fond of reminding us, "time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana." This time of year calls such nuggets to mind.
We're excited to party like rock stars (or maybe folksingers) tomorrow night and hope you are too.
I think everyone who reads this has already seen This, but it's important that I make sure (wait for the forty-fourth second or so):
Exquisite Dead Guy
exquisite dead guy
rotating in his display case
exquisite dead guy
swear i saw his mouth move
exquisite dead guy
outside my highrise apartment
exquisite dead guy
hanging from a skyhook
how am i supposed to let you know the way i feel about you?
John Flansburg / John Linnell
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