If I am landing on a comet today, and that’s pulled from the headlines of The New York Times, I am doing so with eight books, a DVD three consecutive years of Who’s Who In Baseball and fourteen cilps or sheets torn from either said journal or raggedest of the local rags.
Later we Terry and I hope to hear of Robert Frank and Keith Haring.
I am also seether like Veruca Salt about Palo Alto political shenanigans going from bad to wurst.
Plastic Alto with Mark Weiss 