Or at least a resemble facsimile of him did at a party I went to last weekend. I remember the day when Elvis died. August 16, 1977. I’m not sure why his death made such an impression on me, I didn’t listen to his… Read More
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Or at least a resemble facsimile of him did at a party I went to last weekend. I remember the day when Elvis died. August 16, 1977. I’m not sure why his death made such an impression on me, I didn’t listen to his… Read More
So to continue from last week’s blog post . . . A view from the Upper Owens River. Looking towards Mammoth Mountain Ski Resort. All those black spots amongst the grass in the distance are cows: lots and lots of cows. I don’t… Read More