Sunday, November 05, 2006

Queue the Simon and Garfunkel*

And exactly one year ago today, we returned from our sad exile to restart our lives in this raggedy old town. A whole year. Good golly.

(But seriously, that's it. No more anniversaries. No more maudlin sentimentality. Nothing but mullets and monkeys from now on. You have my word.)

* And I'm thinking the title of this post is hopelessly oblique, but maybe I'm wrong. Any takers?


  1. Nah, it's all good. It's been a year of bridges lifting you all above those troubled waters, each bringing you closer to home the way home should be. Homeward bound. Must feel grand!

  2. How about mullet and monkey maudlin?

    P.S. "Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town"? Too dark, I'm thinking...