Just thought I'd check in -- drove into the lot, nobody here but old man Jalmers, pottering around with his pickup truck, gave me a curt nod, which I acknowledged with one of my own. Fished out my keys to the hangar. Been at least two months since I was up by these here parts. Lifted the corrugated door, switched on the light to my left, nosed around a little. Went back to the opening to lean my shoulder against one side, lit up a thin cigar for a few puffs, looking out at the late afternoon blue haze of a largely clear sky for a spell... Then locked everything up and drove away.
This tucked-away blog virtually (pun intended) nobody reads still has a faint nostalgic hold on me, given when and how I started it, and the change of mind it reflects round about when Covid first hit me -- the mind virus-cum-international conspiracy, not the putative biological virus.
Otherwise, I am most active on Substack, Twitter, and my chat room on Paltalk called "We Love Thought Crimes" (located in the Christianity section).
