the oddly repulsive smell of basements

I just got a text from Bill, saying that he has landed in St. Louis, which is great news, as I also am in St. Louis.

I’m fine here the Heartland for some period of time. That period can be extended dramatically (yet not indefinitely) by Bill being here too. All I can smell right now is: basement, many. And occupying my mind are Tea Party asshats. But soon Bill will sweep in like Bryan Ferry, and be tall and handsome, and whisk Evan and I off to dinner, and I can forget the odd, demanding day, and that I am surrounded by the soft sprawl of the Midwest.

Liam is at a homecoming dance…wearing Bill’s Star Trek tie. What a trip.

Barbie at Watts Towers photo Carter Emmart

photo by Carter Emmart