Wednesday, February 13, 2008

For the Philistine

A couple of posts back I put up a picture of the house across the corner from ours, to which Philistine asked if the Big Haus had mutated into something he did not remember. His memory had to stretch over two decades into the humbler times when he and I spread polyurethane on the oaken floors of the dining room... this,...
(thunder and numinous light blinds us momentarily)

...the Big Haus.


Philistine said...


Tiffany said...

Makes me miss home. It was in the 70's here today.