The timing is right. The fallen leaves of the red maple litter the patio bricks of the same color. The big buckeye plunks its fist-sized nuts onto the wooden stairs below the street. The mornings are moist, promising chill and, we hope, rain to our parched, fiery north state. Winter a...
mausoleums draped in precious jade and onyx , madrasahs ( universities )set in mulberry and elm lined courtyards , palaces of the ‘ khanate’ made of baked bricks, then decorated with tiles , each tile baked , painted ,glazed , numbered in brilliant hues of turquoise...
Me, mike and jer all took a pre-gig conk in the boat (I had the front seat)- the boat was parked in front of the pad- a place called the blue light and it was crammed w/ college kids drinking cheap beer- I also noticed that nobody had any tattooes- (looked like it was going...