Graduation went well on Friday. Terry-dad came up from Pasadena for the ceremony and Jen, Tom and Eleora were in attendance, too. We went to Hofbrau on Morro Bay’s Embarcadero for dinner. Their roast beef sandwiches and horseradish are the best!
For this reason Monday burns like oil
at the sight of me arriving with my jail-face,
and it howls in passing like a wounded wheel,
and its footsteps towards nightfall are filled with hot blood.
Though the telephone is a perfectly useless indicator of most human qualities, it’s pretty precise about age.