Well, summer is well and away and on.
My son — all grown up now and flying (as he usually has) on his own — has made a big change and moved to New York.
Specifically, Brooklyn.
Well all wish him the best and hope he finds art/music/theater work soon. And sooner.
I, meanwhile, note with pleasure that the San Miguel de Allende writing conference contest has now officially opened. We unpublished few, we happy few, have until the first days of November to follow the writer brick road and enter the competition for a free seat (and hotel, but not transportation) at the conference with all its workshops.
I also note with great pleasure that my niece AEK has attended another session of the Kenyon Review workshop in Ohio.
And my stepbrother-in-law wrote this little poem:
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San Diego Weather
We can’t always assume
That June is gloom,
Or May is grey.
But it’s usually that way.
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