Well… I’m in Waitsfield, Vermont for the week. I’m here to attend a Home Design course at Yestermorrow. It was cold as a witch’s tit last night… well compared to balmy Florida, anyway. Truth be told it was only in the 40’s, but coming from 90 degree weather it’s a real shock to the system.…
Make it stop… PLEASE… Make it stop!!!
For some reason I awoke today with, not one, but two… two hippie anthems dueling in my head… Where Have All the Flowers Gone and San Francisco ARRGHHHHH!!! The PAIN… The PAIN!!!!!
ouch!
Workout today was a killer… Legs feel like jello… not the bouncy jello with fruit in it… the runny jello that didn’t quite congeal properly. If you see me walking like I have to take a dump… you know why. –sam
Earliest Memories
I was born July 15 (a summer or two after the hippie’s celebrated their “summer of love” and a year after Neil met the man on the moon) to Ana Luisa H. and Manuel Balbino S. on the north end of an island known worldwide as Manhattan. My parents soon split. My earliest memories don’t…