Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Saturday, January 16, 2010


We're not sure we want to know what made these tracks!

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Jan 2010 Snow

For the benefit of our Orlando friends.

Quit yer bitchin!