Moved again

No more of small town America, I'm back in the big city again sharing an old house with my old mate - ex-brother in law - John and a big screen telly that I finally figured out how to use.

John lives below the ground level and I live on ground level, but both of us use the back yard to drink beer, smoke ciggies, and discuss the world and life at large. It's a case of two aging men, farting and burping, drinking a lot of beer and doing what beer was meant to enhance. The art of conversation is alive and well in Portland, Oregon.

To be continued.