collapsing in a glowing heap

The moon is out and the clouds are racing across the sky. Fireflies are in full force, honeysuckle is in bloom, and I have a song stuck in my head. It's a fantastic night out and my mind is clear as I take my walk.

I saw Jim Volk at the theater the other day. I stopped him and asked him if he played guitar. He said that he did and I told him that I remember him from a night he played about 4 songs at the (now defunct) Arabica Coffeehouse in Coventry while I was in high school. That was about 7 years ago! I'll see him at ComFest.

I’m not comfortable with categories, and I distrust most definitions. The word definition is based on the word finite, which would seem to indicate that once we’ve defined something, we don’t need to think about it anymore.
Artie Shaw