It was the 60’s, people.  What more is there to say?



“Won’t you stop and remember me

at any convenient time?

Funny how the memory skips

looking over manuscripts

of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,

I look around,

leaves are brown

and the sky is a lonely shade of winter.”

~Paul Simon


Hang onto your hopes, my friends.

Toni 6/28/17