When I stepped out to go to work this morning, there was a smoky haze everywhere. It turns out that a fire on the waterfront has been blazing out of control all morning, and the smoke has been pouring everywhere. The surprising thing is that the fire’s a good distance away — the fire’s east of the Don Valley, and over here in clubland, the smoke is everywhere (although it’s no thicker than light morning fog). The smell of hickory is everywhere.
The ridiculousness continues. So much that this is just the third of three Sunday picdumps…
The ridiculousness continues. So much that this is just the second of three Sunday picdumps…
The ridiculousness continues. So much that this is just the first of three Sunday picdumps…
A quick blast from the past: 11 years ago today, Anitra and I did a…
I’ll let the updated posting in Craigslist explain: *******UPDATE PLEASE READ******* Thank you for your…
On Wednesday afternoon, I got this text from Tom Hood, ukulele player extraordinaire and leader…