(Warning: The following is written on the phone, crammed in the back seat with large quantities of ribs for the purpose of transport for Memorial day. Any grammatical errors are attributed to such accomodations) To the people that talk to me on a somewhat regular basis and ask the question "how's things?", they usually get the response, with a slight shrug: I live. And, for a while, this was simply a catch all phrase meaning, quite simply, I'm alright. Not good, not bad; dead center on the emotional... read more
