when the fog comes in like it did tonight it aint on little cat feet. it runs up the hills like my ducati and down like a crazy horse pullin the milkwagon. we mark its arrival by the chimneys and buildings it makes disappear and by the chill shudders of those it takes up. no one here needs be told about global warming. we get less than a tenth of the old fogtown nights. gone are the hard, percussive chills of the past, nights when id have to shake my fingers to toss my butts. we may have been transformed into the acapulco of northern california but on nights like tonight it is so very good to be wrapped in this wet grey coat...allow me to share with you my expertise in fire-starting...here, rub these together...now blow on the sparks...there you go!
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:46:14 +0000
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