A Baba’s eye view of Grandma driving herself, the beloved, and the eldest child off to the airport through the wildfirey haze. Thence to parts Midwestern for a three-day junket to watch Grampy tread the boards in the Role of A Lifetime. Yes, Lear. That Lear. King Lear. Baba stays
I know, I know. This is not the thought-provoking essay you might have been expecting about our moving trip to get our marriage license last week. That’s still circling the airport. Meanwhile I had to send out a bulletin about the latest in the LD prêt-a-porter line. Order today with
Yeah, well, so. In lieu of selling ads, and also in lieu of selling my organs, I will commence a six-month trial period during which I will sell SWAG (dedicated LD page here). With snappy slogans and captions on it. All of which to try to underwrite put a dent