A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

Rum and Restoration

| March 18, 2009

Share At first blush, the scene seems all too familiar.  An outdoor fire crackling in the corner.  A circle of six men laughing about everything under the moon. A table with pizza, rum, wine, Guinness, and a margarita. Lit cigars wafting into the air and soaking the clothes. But that is at first blush. A [...]