I haven't gone outside to see what it looks like sans tree. Walking up the front lawn it was all blue sky looking up. I don't like it. I'm sorry about this week's crush list. There are obvious omissions. I just don't know what do do. When do people go from poetic crushes to poetic loves of my life? Tricky.
Speaking of that, I wish Jim Dunn was my brother. I don't know if I would have survived his influence as a kid, but I would be so much more rock and roll now if I had. I love his kids, man, little bombs of energy. Go speed racer is all I'm sayin'.