Does not fair Dallas inter its refuse in landfills?

A landfill that is then planted o’er with grass and trees, adding greatly to the beauty of the neighborhood?

As in the one up the road here on Willow that Jake worked so hard to get authorized (zoning board) in the 70′s.

And it’s all filled up now, and ‘closed’.

Can you imagine the pickings in there? (Where ARE my Beatles records, anyway??)

Thank you for your thoughts.

Tonight, as I sit in the Milwaukee airport, waiting for a delayed connecting flight to Dallas, I remind myself of the wisdom of Hunter S. Thompson:

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”

You haven’t said so in so many words, but I’m assuming that you’re readying your mom’s house for sale?

Oy.

Believe me, I know what that can be like: just about every feeling possible can descend.

‘Readying’–what a nonsense word to encompass the cleaning out, organizing, sorting, sifting, and winnowing (not to mention trashing and selling) of how many years worth of living, buying, loving, and using!

On the other hand, if that’s not what you’re up to, thank you for allowing me to muse back upon what it felt like to clean out Raleigh Road after 50 years of, shall we say?, heavy habitation.

My thoughts will be with you this week.