paul called sunday night to bid us adieux before leaving for guatemala. in the same way that his mother felt sure he should wear a tuxedo to val and grant's wedding, i felt sure he should have a tee shirt saying MY PARENTS WON'T RANSOM ME. then my mom called before her trip to nantucket. i forgot to warn her about dirty limericks.

the hazmat review sent an issue proof the other night - huzzah, four poems instead of the one i expected! if you're in san francisco, rochester, or borders, you can pick up a copy at new year's. the collection is 90% better than my pieces, or about what i wanted.

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