Triple Blues

I dropped in on the neighbors yesterday.  By dropped in I mean I called first, warned them I was on the way, put on my bandana mask and gloves, walked over with a disinfectant sheet and wiped down a porchchair, then dropped into it waiting for one of them to come to the door.

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It's a funny world. We put so much focus on differences we forget what we have in common.

I have no idea where to begin this week. The slow drip of chemicals pumping into my bloodstream isn't helping.

It seems like a great time to share a bit of Shakespeare. In particular, Act 2, Scene 7 from the Merchant of Venice.