Mom and Dad came down for a visit this morning, their first since I moved back to their end of the country. We had lunch (at the cafeteria, natch), wandered around town a bit, and tried unsuccessfully to shop. It struck me that this was the first time my dad had visited a place Mark and I lived in together (my mom too, for that matter), and the one bed didn’t seem to cause him too much discomfort. Or else, he was just comforted by the nice, cold Piggly Wiggly orange soda I had waiting for him…
Speaking of home, I guess it’s time I updated the Where I Live page with some tentative new photos. Keep in mind that it will look much nicer when we finally buy a couch…
More:
- Now that Mark has broken the news, I can also now mention the fact that we’re uncles. And damn, I’m glad he’s on the way home…
- Tonight, for those of you who care or keep track of such things, is the twenty-third anniversary of my first time on the radio. And now that I’ve found it, I can actually listen to a very low-fi recording of that first broadcast…
