Le monde du vieux bandit

Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there’s just no way of knowing

The only bicycle I ever got new was a blue ten-speed bike I got at the end of fifth grade (I was ten). Aside from that, I’ve had old bikes, quasi-novelty bikes, a too-small junior frame, a bike salvaged from the trash, and now I own a very nice banana-seat bike with no cushion and […]

Il n’est ni neuf ni bien original, mais il est puissant. C’est la voix de Jerry Garcia dans mes écouteurs. Combinée à celle de Bob Weir, dans St.Stephen, seule dans Friend of the devil.

Just to give you a vague idea of one reason why perhaps I haven’t been my bloggy self lately… Today I worked from 9 to 3. Then Herb drove me downtown so I could get my weekly therapeutic massage, because it seems to be what helps my arm now (yes, almost a year later… and […]