Second time around

  This winter has motivated us to clean the basement finding the true treasures of time. This little muse is circa 1984,  Sandburg Hall, dorms of the University Milwaukee Wisconsin. This little note was delivered to my dorm room 1580 from my wife Diane, who claims that I was the one pursuing her, mmmhmmmm. Now, truth-be-told the question of the afternoon remains to be validated. “Can … Continue reading Second time around