We are vacationing in Phoenix. Nutjob politics, crazy heat and humidity, reminiscences of years past, and hidden object games are all giving me these weird waking dreams without even having to take drugs.
Junglemonkey remembered a feature on a kids radio show where the youthful host tried to explain the lyrics of pop songs. This morning I found myself wondering what the songwriter needed from Biggles last Saturday. A ride, maybe, or the key to his bike lock.
Also, there are grackles all over the place. These are the rattiest looking birds I’ve seen.