The Banzai Chronicles

The Eastlake group brought over a wonderful dinner: stuffed shells, salad, french bread, and chocolate-dipped strawberries and blueberries. Since there was no meat, Connor was able to eat with us. Too bad Sara had to work. They’ll be getting a big thank-you from me.

An old friend decided to post one of my poems, “Bookkeeping”, in his blog. It was a surprise to me, though I got an e-mail asking my retroactive permission soon after I discovered it (it's fine with me, especially since the proper copyright info was included). Still surprised sometimes that I even write poetry now, let alone that anyone might read it. The difference a year can make.