Harry Hope's Saloon

This blog takes it's name from the setting for O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh -- a lousy gin-mill; a smoked-out, greasy dive where the habitues have all landed, it seems, permanently. Their lives, in each case, are paralyzed by fear and laziness. Like my own.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

To Shifting Constellations

To my enigmatic father and his wonderful, patient wife; to my own Miss On-again Off-again. I miss you, today especially. Wishing you the happiest Thanksgiving possible.

My son and I are moving this weekend - same town, new house. Posting will be rather spotty, I predit - spottier than usual. It all depends on SBC and how quickly they can reconnect my DSL in the new place.

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