Bread line, bathroom, …. We spend much of our lives standing in line, doing nothing. (George Segal, Breadline at Steward Johnson Museum).
Category: art
Grown Ups
Medina of Marrakesh
The Medina of Marrakesh looks like it did before cars. Snake charmers. Monkeys. People from all over. Not enough time to see everything or eat street food.
PEE WHEN YOU HAVE TO
Flynn Got Fucked?
So Trump grouches about how Flynn got fucked. What does he know? Flynn lied and who knows. He will buy his way out with his testimony, saving his kid and keeping his money. Me! A big lie by Hynes, poor reporting by the press and a corrupt system ruined my life, a life I had been building, a life designed to do good. And my nemesis has returned to power, aiming at the Special Prosecutor. Rudy got me, because I am a nobody with no friends or family. He cannot get Mueller. I still have my wife and little else.
Sand Shadows
Singing in Morocco
Saharan Siting
OK, But Not That Good
I can still look into the mirror at myself. I often wonder if any of you, not the few who stood up for justice, can do the same. You all, especially my brother’s family, scum, left me to die. I did suffer a mortal wound, but have not expired, yet. Closer to dying, than living. Cancer will kill me, before the Per Curium.
Sharon Models
In Marrakech, we went to the YSL Museum. Sharon could have worn his stuff with pride and panache. Yves lived on the grounds, next door to his lover. The gardens are quite beautiful. Large crowds. Smart exhibits.