He's teaching himself to play guitar, and damn if isn't sounding pretty good. So good, in fact, that I was moved to make up lyrics while he played. They went like this:
We need peace
No more war
What are we/
Bob Dylan, eat your heart out.
Schmin likes Bakersfield a lot, and we had a wonderful time together. Froggy was there too. And so was you know who, who acts like we never met.
Tomorrow I'll post about the trip, which yielded unexpected delights. One of which I had no business participating in. (Not that delightful. Get your mind out of the gutter!)
Since writing for the stage is one of my thangs, I'm rather found of this quote about Houston:
It has the second biggest theater district in the US.