Thanks, I went with the one on the left. Handwoven silk by a local artist.

Right? Especially given the success they had with the Isley Brothers' "Shout" for years.

I was too proud. My inbox has since swollen to twelve....and it's likely to only grow over the next six weeks.

Maybe in 2026....sigh....

Danish is likely in my future, which is intimidating. They seem to not pronounce the end third of their words.

For me, it was "That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed". But that song is rightly full of so many haunting lyrics.

Yeah, I feel that way too. Over on Instagram, I also won't "like" a post with tens of thousand of likes already.

Shhh!
🤫

Whereas I saw someone in the ditch on Saturday before the snow started here.

(And it was beautiful! A new BMW coupe in a field ditch, near a cow, with fresh skid marks leaving the roundabout.)

With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.