The kind of week that time in the parlor with the wife, Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in our ears, a glass of Highland Park 18-year-old in one hand, Roosevelt’s African Game Trails in the other, and clouds from a Prensado Maduro illuminating the air currents are required to calm the soul…
…but don’t come close to filling the void from not being with absent friends at Trib’s Place and Boomershoot. First time since 2007 I am not there, and it sucks. Not happening again, I assure you.
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Missed you.