I have been hiding out under the sheets for a couple of weeks now. I got some evil virus that put me down, like trying to breast stroke with concrete boots. No matter what I did, there simply wasn’t any energy. I can also say with some certainty, it invaded my brain...
Finally, I get to write about Stanley. Nearly two weeks ago, I started to think about writing a story poking into my time at the ’64 World’s Fair, followed by my cross country adventure with the only queen I ever slept with, sort of. How’s that for a tease? I have...
