by Jerry Ratch
Let's see. February. Bad month. Made 42 cents on book sales. Sherry's mom died. 98 years old. Holocaust survivor. Everybody's dying all around us, it seems like. Somebody told us a portal has opened and people are making a dash for it. Hmmm. Portals. I wondered where the Portal Potty was. Been writing a lot of country song lyrics. 56 so far, in about a month and a half. Rhyming up a storm. Guess I'd been holding back on rhyming too long. 50 years, and now the flood gates have opened. That's what you get, I guess. Whoa. Look out. Stand back.
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Every now and then a voice comes out of one of these flash pieces so distinctly I can see the speaker. This one? Pacino, loud and clear. *
Good blog of a bad month.
coulda been worse.*