Happy New Year Y'all.
So glad to put 2016 behind us.
This past year was a spiteful bastard. Over 150 big time artists passed away this year and it got William Christopher (Father John Mulcahy of M*A*S*H fame) in its final hours.
Here's to hoping 2017 will be better.
Unlike Calvin, I've still got some work to do.
Finish some stories.
Try not to over commit myself (I always fail miserably at this)
Learn some new recipes.
It ended with the quaint old tradition of treating employees like they are human beings and, that they are valued. It simply doesn't go with the corporate culture of screwing everybody out of everything the sociopathic management can think of.
Truth over Drinks
"It's time to bury the hatchet."
Colt looked stunned and said, "Maybe in that rat bastard's head."
Jerry said, "Oh come on Colt. I know he's a rival but.."
"Rival? You don't know what Frank did to me do you?"
"I know it goes back a long way."
Colt sighed and said, "Frank cost me..."
Jerry said, "Come on Colt. I know you have a mad hate of Frank Garrett. Everybody who knows the two of you know
IMHO the majority of easily accessible (self) publishing options are a scam.
Unless you have an agent that knows who is legit and who is not, you are at their mercy.
The rain came in waves. It would rain hard for a while and then just drizzle for a while.
Eventually hungry drove us from our refuge. Biloxi is a wonderland when it comes to food. There is all sorts of it and it is very good.
As we dressed to go out I said, “What are you hungry for Lee?”
As he put on a pair of gray 501 jeans he said, “I haven’t had much experience with seafood but I hear this is the place for it.”
“This is a good place for a Milne and a Benoit to get in touch with our roots.