“My crib contained a pillow with Karl Marx on one side and Engels on the other. It was Berkeley in the late 70s, after all…”
I never drink coffee and I won’t wear flip flops except at the beach.
3 fabulous listings for your viewing pleasure!
I might have been pickier if I’d known I was going to be here forever.
While watching the Winter Olympics, Carl holds still-weeping Jennifer in his arms. Even the women’s curling finals can’t pull her out of her funk.
See how the worry lines in her mate’s brow have etched deep like streams swollen with spring runoff?