Happy Valentine's Day!

Hi everyone! Thanks for the comments on Grouchie by Son House's grave! He's quite the ham, indeed.

Signs are everywhere, if you look. Today I carried an essay by my friend Hank across a busy intersection. I wanted a sign from him for a few days and of course, I get one on his most hated holiday. His essay blew all across the street, page by page. Nothing else in my bag escaped. A kind stranger helped me collect it, and neither one of us was hit by a car. Hi Hank! Happy VD day as he used to say.

Hank and I once attended an anti VD Day party together where someone confessed her love for him, someone locked herself in a bathroom with a bottle of vodka, crying over her lover (she was married, the man in question was not and therefore held the proverbial upperhand), our good friend's mother died a few hours before the party, and all hell broke loose (the all hell I'm not describing here). Anyway, another Valentine's Day down, right? So today, no matter what your romantic status, I wish you calm. If that's not likely, I wish you a sense of humor. It comes in handy, especially if there's a party involved. See you tomorrow!