A little whining. I am tired. The Widow Margaret is bored with this gig. I am tired of doing everything and making all the decisions.
I found an old Park Service poster rolled up in the bottom of my footlocker. I had it framed. Picked it up today. It will be a nice reminder of many a great summers with Carlton. (And he will be annoyed that I spent money having it framed.)
I may have more art than walls at the asylum. Rotating exhibit maybe?