Monday, August 8, 2016
August 7, 2016
Inspiration allows me finally to get the opening of The Lexington Tract right. It was what I knew needed to be done, but for some reason, until a particular moment chosen by the gods, I could not figure the (quite simple) way of doing it. What was wrong? The rhythm. What was made right? The rhythm.
Will comes with the mortgage check. His younger daughter, as affected by the Olympics as the rest of us, invents a balance beam routine for the brick wall up my front steps.