The Legend of Me

| November 17, 2004

If I were the scion of a late 18th/early 19th century Spanish Don in old California, wearing a mask, buckling my swash and protecting the péons from the depredations of the ruling elite with the skill of my blade, but all the while feeling as sick as I do today, I’d be known in myth […]

The Road to Wellville

| November 16, 2004

My week-long road trip starts tomorrow, and I still feel like slightly warmed-up dog crap. At least, I presume this is how canine excrement would feel if it were briefly held over an open flame. Someone please medicate me. On the plus side, if I’m sick today, I might be well again by the time […]