I was surrounded by the ghosts of relationships past tonight. I walked smack into D. Literally. What a cruel and uninvited trip down memory lane. Then day proceeded to play the "L game" (which I am convinced will find its way to a web site near you soon), and mapped out how closely connected we …
spin after spin today…
So I dropped Night Flight on the old phonograph and am tripping down yet another memory lane. Paul Davis's Cool Night started playing and I remembered. We were twelve or thirteen. I can't even remember her real name. She wanted to be called Zazatapill and now that's all I can remember about her identity. We …
Dixie's Road Trip 